in ANCIENT VIKING RUNES

[bedlamsbard]

I am trying to clean out at least one block of my shelves (you know the ones where you fit wire grids together to make squares? That is so not the best description, but hopefully it makes sense?) in order to get my yarn up off the floor. It's, um, a daunting task because I have stuff on those shelves that's more than ten years old. (I have also found various bits of sheet music, lots of pens and pencils, things left from my HS summer programs, graduation things, beading materials, and the gods alone know what else. Along with ten years worth of calendars.)

Also a journal! Wherein the first entry is from the day of the 2001 Nisqually earthquake.

Feb. 28, 2001

I was at my desk reading a book. Faye was standing by the books. I felt the earth shaking and looked down and then up. The first thing I saw was the fan shaking. Mrs. Pratt yelled "everybody under their desks." I left my book open on my desk and crawled under, pulling my chair in behind me. Tana, Faye, and Taylor were already under their desks. Taylor kept saying "I don't want to die. I don't want to die" and crowding us. The phone rang and Mrs. Pratt told us to stay under our desks. Later we found out the earthquake was a 6.5.

March 1, 2001

More about the earthquake. Parents kept calling about their children. After we got out from under our desks, Mrs. Pratt brought the T.V. in and we watched the news. Later, when we had gone home, I found out that one person died of a heart attack. Mom didn't even know there was an earthquake until someone told her!"

Oh my sweet gods, I was really weird in elementary school. Several pages later, I have a line that says, "The other part of it was writtin [sic] in ANCIENT VIKING RUNES."

Later, a little drawing of an archaeological dig and a figure with a speech bubble, "I found ancient tobacco!"

Mostly, I was writing in cursive and sparkly gel pens. (I still have most of those sparkly gel pens. *sighs*)