As I was doing a little spring cleaning I came across a diary I kept as a 13/14 year old. I opened it up and began to relive my past. It quickly became apparent that my main goals in life were to find a cute boyfriend, get my period (because I was the absolute only girl that hadn't got hers yet, OMG!) and build an awesome fort (I still wouldn't mind a tree fort). Generally, the concerns of an adolescent girl manifest themselves into 'real life problems' as a person enters adulthood. Some girls are still obsessed with finding 'Mr. Right'. Instead of freaking out about about menstruation (actually this still happens ;)) the focus is on staying fit, eating healthy and obviously staying away from gluten...oh the horror of gluten these days. Finally, the idea of building a cool fort turns into the challenge of creating a website, building a career or even finding the perfect apartment. The diary also brought back memories of middle school DRAMA. I lied to my friend about getting my period in Grade 8, she found out and consequently ignored me for an entire month. I told our other friend about the amazing fort we built and got ignored another month. SORRY I WAS 'CONFUZZLED'. Times were tough when I was 14. I just wanted friends to hangout in my fort and maybe a boyfriend that I could also invite. I 'dated' one boy in highschool, Adam, for about two weeks in grade nine. I remember going on a double date to the movies in my dad's red minivan. I wore a cream colored puffer vest and matching cream colored corduroy pants, we played air hockey in the arcade after the movie, it was great. Unfortunately, the feeling didn't last. I suddenly wanted to break up with him, because I found other cute boys more appealing. Little did I know Adam already had plans to break up with me. I was upset, because I thought boys only liked 'prissy big boobed snot-heads'.
Here it is. My life's work . All my hopes and anxieties for your entertainment. Take note: if a guy stands up for you when someone is throwing snowballs, you should probably ask him out.
Illustration by Rachael Meckling