My first story may be published in the newspaper at my school
Night scene in Essen, Groningen, The Netherlands by Flickr user Bert Kaufmann, August 16, 2009. Published under a Creative Commons license that permits commercial use.
[This entry is from my 1976 handwritten diary. On October 26, 2012 I posted this to my blog and I added the bracketed language, including this comment, and also the photograph, which is recent, not from the 1970s. Thank you to Flickr user Bert Kaufmann for permission via a Creative Commons license to use the picture. I was in 7th grade when I wrote this journal entry. I typed this post as I wrote it, including the mistakes, so you can see how I wrote back then. Keep in mind this is my private diary, and I’m sure I could have written with fewer errors had I known I would be showing it to the world years later. On March 30, 1976 my family moved from Chicago, Illinois, USA to Amsterdam, Netherlands for about four months. I wrote in my diary frequently during that time, and I plan to post all the entries to this blog. To my knowledge, we did not have an English dictionary with us in Amsterdam.]
Today [Monday] was sort of a boring day nothing exciting happened. I went to school. One sort of exciting thing happened at school. I wrote a paper about the 2 boys [that were part of the Dutch family my family and I lived with during our stay in Amsterdam], I showed it to the teacher and he made me copy it over to put it in the school newspaper
I forgot to say yesterday was palm sunday. but we didn’t go to church or anything.
I finished the book the ‘baterdays’ that have have been reading, it was good.
One sort of stupid thing I did today was say that I miss my clarinet, I even cried.
Dad went to groninhen today.
