Robert’s Original Blog, Part II

Since Part I was so fun, I’m just going to continue on with this little series. After completing the last post, I read the remaining seven pages or so that remained in my journal and found it very interesting to say the least. Towards the end, I turn much more vulgar than a 8th grader should, so I might be editing some things down the road. If you want all the gory details, you might just have to ask. I really wish I was better at the journal thing growing up. This post will have a lot of one line entries, but we’ll pick it up on April 29th, 1990, when I was a little over nine years old.

April 29, 1990 – I earned my Bear Badge, my Faith in God Award, and my Wood Whittling Chip Card. My Pinewood Derby got an award for most original. That’s all for now.*

*This post is apparently to bring everyone up to speed on my progress in Cub Scouts. This may be the last time I mention Cub Scouts. Let’s find out.

October 9, 1990 – I’m sorry I haven’t written in a long time. Shawna and I are friends.* I am in the forth (sic) grade in Mrs. Verhaal’s class. I’ll be ten in December.
October 10, 1990 – I’m leaving for school.**
October 12, 1990 – I’m out of school for U.E.A.***

*After our little rough patch, Shawna and I ended up friends, though the “forth” grade me is still struggling with spelling friends. I’m sure I’ll figure it out eventually.
**A day in the life…
***U.E.A. has been mentioned twice now, so I guess I’ll explain that it stands for Utah Education Association. It’s the teacher’s union in Utah, and we had days off from school when they had their annual conference. It was always in October, and I believe we had Thursday and Friday off.

January 7, 1991 – It’s been Christmas, Thanksgiving, Halloween, New Years Day and my birthday.* Notre Dame lost in a bowl game and so did BYU.**
March 9, Sat. Today is Scout-o-Rama.
May 24, 1991, Fri. I am going on a trip with my dad, sisters and little brother. I hate Shawna.*** I have a new girlfriend. Her name is Amanda Coon. Pinewood Derby is coming up. I’ve had three Webelos leaders. First Mike Wilkinson, then Vaughn Avery, and now Wayne Smith, 9 more days of school. Tot tot for now.****

*Just in case you didn’t know what holidays occur between October and January.
**I understand why I cared that BYU lost, but not so much Notre Dame. BYU got absolutely destroyed by Texas A&M that year in the Holiday Bowl. It was Ty Detmer‘s Heisman year, and I believe he separated both shoulders in the game. Don’t ask me how I remember this.
***Guess we didn’t fully get over our difficulties. Looks like I moved on, though I don’t know how reciprocal my relationship with Amanda Coon was.
****Must have been watching a lot of Disney cartoons or something. “Tot tot for now?” 

May 25. Sat. I’m in Roosevelt in Duchesne county. I’ve come all the way from Vernal. I’ve been to Dinosaur Land,* a museum, and a motel. We’re going back to WVC. Ebyay orfay ownay.**
12-9-91 – Today I was in school.
1-9-92 – It’s been exactly one month since I’ve written. Nothing new around here. I’ve got a new girlfriend, Not!!!*** Well good night for now.
3-24-92 – I’m rearranging my room because my brother’s moving in in a while. Good bye!
4-14-92 – My brother Mike is getting married to a woman named Christie. She has two kids from a previous marriage. Their names and ages are Cody, 4, and Aleta, 10 months. They are getting married on June 25th. Their colors are pink and burgundy. Their (sic) going on a cruise for their honeymoon.**** I am a fan of the Utah Jazz. My friend is betting me on their games.***** Bye.

*Growing up, my dad worked for a guy that sold souvenirs, mainly postcards and other knick knacks. We would go on “business trips” with him where he would drive to various state and national parks around Utah and refill their postcards and other stuff. Never got to actually see these places except for Dinosaur National Monument in Vernal. But we did go on a lot of these weekend trips.
**Practicing my Pig Latin apparently.
***Look! A “Not!” joke. Hilarity. And the whole thing about not having a girlfriend. Like I said. Foreshadowing.
****Mike did not marry this woman for various reasons. I’ll leave it at that. Shortly after this little episode, he moved to Phoenix and met his current wife, so all ended up better anyway.
*****My friend Kris Kemple didn’t like the Jazz. So I started gambling at a young age. That is all.

April 25, 1993* – Hello again. The school year is almost over (yea!!!!). I still like Shawna.** I doubt she likes me. It’s almost her birthday so I plan on sending her a card or something.
April 30, 1993 – It’s the weekend (Finally!!!) Midterm next week. Mrs. G is a witch.***
May 26, 1993 – Howdy.
June 3, 1993 – Tomorrow’s the last day of school. Shawna is awesome, a babe, and is very smart. I hope she’s in some of my classes next year.****

*Another year just flies on by with no entries. Totally skipped most of my sixth grade year.
**Shawna must be the one that got away or something. Or I was just a child with some affection for a girl that walked home with me in second grade.
***Ms. Gehmlich was my sixth grade teacher. Many people did not like her, but I think at the end of the school year we all had a certain appreciation for her. She didn’t like me much because I didn’t take the test in 6th grade to go in the Gifted and Talented program in junior high. I just wanted to have a semi-normal experience and was sick of having all the same classmates for the past four years. But in the end, a lot of the things she taught us prepared us for life in the “real world,” even though we were only 11-12 when we left her class.
****This is crossed out, but I think this is what it said. From reading the next entry, I think I know why, but who knows?


Now that I have left elementary school, though you wouldn’t really know it because I barely talk about school at all up to this point, if ever, we will end this one here. Stay tuned for the next post where I go on a rant about “seeing people in love” and how it pained me so. I was emo before emo was cool. I just didn’t wear makeup and cut myself.

Until next time…