Earlier this month when I was in Colorado, I went through some things in my old room. I found a planner from 1995-1996. It was probably an extra one belonging to an adult who must have passed it on to me. Thank goodness they did, because I was busy in those days and needed to keep everything straight.
Such as my daily goals:
“January Sixten, 1996. Finish math. Do math. [Unfortunately I know exactly what this means. I didn’t finish my math lesson from January fiften.] Do school. Do everything else I need to do today!”
And long-term goals:
“Make eskape to Washington, D.C. when geusts come- Friday night. Real stuff.”
And my to-do lists:
“August 10, 1995:
1) Be kind and gentl.
2) Do art.
3) Do eney-thing els.”
I also used it to keep track of my budget:
“5/20/96: Have: $6. Spent: $0. Have $6 left.”
With wisdom beyond my years, I included important family historical records:
“Morning: A plumbing man came. Mom made a list of school asinements. [I hope “spelling” was on the list.] Afernoon and super: We finished the lists and played. Then we got dressed up and went to the quiz banquet. We went to Cuddles*, too!”
[*Our neighbor’s dog.]
“August 10th. Mom is picking beans. Boys are playing with Jacob. Dad is hamering tomato stakes. We ate ‘the usual’ for lunch.” [I picked up sarcasm way before spelling.]
And last but not least, I noted important dates:
Which mostly meant writing all the family birthdays in my best handwriting and drawing a birthday cake under each one.
The nineties were stressful times, but I survived. With the help of my planner.