Only in America, dear diary, would I get a graduation ceremony
when I finish tiny tots class, the
class in the year before the year before I start
school at all... but here I am, sixth from the right.
We hardly got any applause at all, everyone was so frigging busy
with their cameras.
We must all be the children of papparazzi.
Dad will get tired of graduations before I reach university at this rate! A girl's life could turn out to be one long exercise in thinking of ways to keep people's interest up.
Diary: 4.40 years old (May 2003)
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