I started keeping a diary when I was nine. Whenever I have nothing to do, it’s always fun to read my old entries. In my first ever diary, I had an entry that was entitled “The Worst Day of My Life.”
Written was a series of events–I tripped, I had several tests that day, and the teacher gave our class lots of homework. From now on, whenever I’ll have another “worst day of my life,” I’ll remember this entry, and I’ll think to myself, Someday this will be nothing, or it can even be downright funny.
More Weird Kid stories:
- A Little Ja Story: Going to Mama’s Office
- A Shy Person’s Top 8 Worries and Fears
- Bike and Bleed
- I Played Mary, He Played Joseph
- Ja the Weird Kid Transfers to a New School
- Ja’s Early Birthday Parties
- Ja’s Weird Childhood Games
- Ja’s Weird Childhood Games (Part 2)
- Ja’s Weird Fears (past and present)
- Little Ja Singing Laklak
- Little Ja Singing with Mama and Lola (audio recording)
- Little Ja’s Budget Christmas
- Little Ja’s First Cooking Class
- Little Ja’s Sleepy Daydreams
- Maids Always Leave
- Mama Make Me a Test
- My Dream Notebook
- My Smile
- My Wound is Bigger than Yours, Belat
- Stop Reading My Diary, Alice!
- Sweet Dreams Little Ja
- Velveteen Teddy
- What Little Ja Wrote
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