Diary of a 12-year-old

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the diary I had when I was 10 years old. This week I am going to write about a blog I had when I was in 6th Grade. (It was on a Russian social website for children.) It was the best year of my life. The following things are translated from Russian to English and my translating skills are not so good :/

This was my first post:

So here we are… One more week until school starts. Homework, lessons and other things I don’t like. In 5^th grade they scared us so much by telling us about middle school so that some people even wanted to stay in primary for another year. But actually, I don’t care. Homework – I will do it, lessons – I will survive. No… Middle school is something… The twins from my school bus told us everything about it. They love it there. There are a lot of teachers, you have a lot more friends than you did in primary, first love. It sounds pretty cool. The thing that interests me the most is lockers. It’s like when you go inside a shop and you have to leave certain things in a locker. We’re also going to have those! I am going to have my own keys! I don’t know what middle school is about yet, but all 6^th graders are really cool! Maybe I will also be cool?

Awwww.... I was so excited to go to Middle School. That was such a long time ago. This post is about my first day in 6th Grade:

Mica is very pretty today!

Diary of a 9-year-old

As I might have already mentioned earlier, I had a diary when I was nine years old. I have had this diary up till when I was eleven. I started writing in it on the 31st of August 2008, the last day of the summer holidays. Surprisingly it was very formal. How do I explain this? Nowadays, I also keep different notebooks (kind of like diaries), but they are full of doodles and little notes I can't read because my handwriting is messy. My diary from 2008, on the other hand, is very neat and is written more like a formal letter. Another thing is that when I started writing the diary I had no idea of what diaries are like so there was nothing like "Dear Diary," at the beginning of each page. The way I started writing was also very... Hmmm... Strangely formal. I literally just wrote
Good evening! My name is Sonya and I am nine years old. Tomorrow is the first of September and I am going to Grade 4. 
It became less formal after a year or so, but, compared to my doodles now, the drawings in my old diary are very neat. Many things I wrote do not make sense due to poor grammar and punctuation skills. I did my best and tried to translate everything I wrote word to word. Sorry if something does not make sense to you because it does not make any sense to me either.
Let's take a look at it, shall we?

So this is how it looks like from the outside

This is something I wrote on the 1st of September 2008. It was my first day in 4th Grade. Before the lessons started we celebrated the start of a new school year with a dancing show and I was one of the performers. Another thing to keep in mind that I was going to leave to Switzerland in August and not come back to my old school, but, unfortunately, our visa was not ready yet so I had to go back. 

The celebrations were over. Everyone went to class. Those who danced stayed in the auditorium. And I went to see my classmates. I came up to class 4A where in the previous years I was the best student. Everyone lined up to go to music class. I looked at my class with happy eyes. They responded with bitter looks. Dasha S was the first one to speak, “Really, really wanted to leave, but didn’t?”

She said to me with her disgusting voice. And after the other Miss Intelligence decided to speak, “You’re staying! Oh no!!!”