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A history of the discipline, and of myself.<\/em><\/p>\n

\"Samuel<\/a>

Samuel F. B. Morse, Susan Walker Morse (The Muse)<\/i> (detail), 73 3\/4 x 57 5\/8, 1945.<\/p><\/div>\n

A few months after I turned sixteen, I began to keep a journal. I labeled it VOLUME I<\/small> and titled it Journal of the 16th Summer of Alyssa Jean Pelish<\/em>\u2014anticipating posterity, if only in the form of my older self. I wrote in this journal daily, diligently, the only way I knew how. I had no models beyond the very general Protestant work ethic it is possible to glean from children\u2019s picture books and Saturday morning cartoons and after-school reruns, which taught me that you win approval by, say, training your horse every single day, or, once you have planted a seed, by never ceasing to pull up the weeds and sprinkle water over the ground. Unstinting repetition was, therefore, my MO.\u00a0<\/p>\n

As a result, VOLUME I<\/small> has a high word count but a low rate of introspection. It sometimes reads as if it was written for some sort of psychic parole officer. Every single entry records what time I got up in the morning, what I ate for breakfast, what time I left the house, how many miles I ran or biked or swam, how long it took, and on and on. It would be possible to reconstruct any one of those days without gaining much knowledge of the person inside the head. I always framed events and references, even the fairly routine, as if I were presenting them to an uninitiated stranger, someone who had just happened to pick up one of these cheerfully bound journals and opened it at random.<\/p>\n

Reading these pages more than two decades later, it\u2019s hard not to wince. I\u2019m embarrassed by the young person who filled every single page of VOLUME I<\/small>, making sure to begin on the very top line of every ruled page and to end each entry at the very bottom line, leaving no gaps or asymmetries. I pity her blithely compulsive tally of each day\u2019s obligations and incidentals. I\u2019m exasperated by how she glosses over almost everything that might actually matter. But what did you actually feel? What did you actually think? Can\u2019t you explain it any better than that? It\u2019s me<\/em> you\u2019re talking to, I want to say. \u00a0<\/p>\n

With the contents of VOLUME I<\/small> and its nineteen\u00a0similarly titled sequels spread out before me, a useful question might be: Why? Why, exactly, did I begin to keep a journal? What did I hope to gain from it? VOLUME I<\/small> is not exactly forthcoming with the answer. The first entry was set down at 9:02 P.M., on a Saturday in May, and consists of a summary of the day\u2019s events: \u201cAfter breakfast, I went on a bike ride \u2026 My round trip mileage was 25 miles. Later in the day, after lunch, perusing the newspaper, and taking Bruno [the family dog] for an amiable stroll, I rode off to the library, where I stayed and read for an hour and \u00bd. I came back with 3 good-looking novels and one book on decoupage.\u201d (This last, stray detail, about the art of decorating an object with paper cutouts, seems strangely appropriate.) Only at the point in this summary when the writer picks up the volume in question is it noted that \u201cI thought I\u2019d start this journal, which my parents gave me for my birthday.\u201d<\/p>\n

The project wasn\u2019t entirely foreign to me. On various family vacations, I\u2019d watched my parents keep a \u201ctravel diary\u201d\u2014a list of the names of tourist sites and restaurants we\u2019d visited, sometimes punctuated by a brief description of the weather. This struck me as an unrewarding chore, a kind of clerical work. I can also recall a unit in eighth-grade English that required us to keep a journal, which I maintained diligently but not without some paranoia, as we were sporadically required to hand in these accounts like so much homework. Not so long after that, in ninth grade, my first year of high school, I made intermittent entries in two different notebooks (the first of which was later torn into pieces and consigned to the bottom of a trash bag).<\/p>\n

All of these efforts were pressed onto the pages of ordinary spiral-bound notebooks, the kind I did my homework in. But what my parents had presented me with on my sixteenth birthday was something that was already a book<\/em>: hardbound with a decorative pastel floral cover that, now that I see it again, recalls my bedroom wallpaper at the time. This was a volume I was meant to keep. Only the pages had yet to be filled.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

\u201cThe first thing to do in beginning a journal,\u201d an 1878 article in the popular American children\u2019s magazine\u00a0St. Nicholas<\/em>\u00a0counsels its readers, \u201cis to resolve to stick to it \u2026 A journal, or diary, should be written in every day<\/em>, if possible.\u201d I applied myself to VOLUME I<\/small> as if a copy of that article had been Scotch taped to the inside cover. \u201cSet down the date at the head of the first page, thus: \u2018Tuesday, October 1, 1878,\u2019 \u201d St. Nicholas<\/em> says. \u201cThen begin the record of the day, endeavoring as far as possible to mention the events in the correct order of time\u2014morning, afternoon and evening.\u201d And here we have the basic structure of a VOLUME I<\/small> entry. There was, I am sure I felt, something virtuous about this daily, orderly accounting.<\/p>\n

Not surprisingly, the discipline of the diary is rooted in Protestantism. In the sixteenth century, English Puritans were beginning to use paper manuscripts to document their behavior for the eyes of God. While Catholics could unburden themselves of their sins with a trip to the confessional, the Puritans, having no such recourse, recorded their trespasses on paper. One sixteenth-century preacher\u2019s diary consists of little more than daily lists of his sins (oddly enough, the specificity and comprehensiveness of each list almost takes the shape of an entire day). Notably, this preacher lists among his sins the days that he has neglected to record his sins in his diary.<\/p>\n

In nineteenth-century bourgeois households in the United States, keeping a diary was promoted as a means of instilling discipline and good character in children, especially girl children. Daughters, as a matter of course, were given more leisure time than sons, and they were expected to devote these otherwise idle hours to refining activities such as language lessons, needlework, and practicing the pianoforte, as well as taking exercise. In their diaries, they would record their obedience to their daily schedule. Parents\u2014as my own had done\u2014were typically the ones to present their daughters with lovely marbled diaries. They would often monitor their use and, undoubtedly, restrict their content.<\/p>\n

My parents never monitored my journal, which makes my Victorian diligence all the more striking. Part of maintaining VOLUME I<\/small> was, without question, another means of imposing order on whatever aspects of myself seemed hopelessly unruly. I could account for, and thus contain, my actions on any given day, within the pages of a single book. (Incidentally, outside of the church, it was the account books of Elizabethan bookkeepers that were first used as diaries.)<\/p>\n

But apart from cultivating orderliness, was there another reason for me, or for the nineteenth-century readers of St. Nicholas<\/em>, to keep a journal? Near the end of \u201cHow to Keep a Journal,\u201d St. Nicholas<\/em> offers a practical answer: \u201ca well-kept journal furnishes a continuous and complete family history, which is always interesting and often very useful.\u201d The writer proceeds to offer an example: \u201cPerhaps, some evening, when the family are sitting and talking together, some one will ask, \u2018What kind of weather did we have last winter?\u2019 or, \u2018When was the picnic you were speaking of?\u2019 and the journal is referred to.\u201d<\/p>\n

This seems like a small recompense for all those pages, all that discipline. Decades after the fact, I want something more. I want a clearer window into what it felt like to be me, all those years ago. I want honesty. But that\u2019s a tall order: at sixteen, I had trouble enough locating the obscure country of my self, let alone articulating what I found there. Within the neat margins, the orderly accounting, is there actually anything more to see?<\/p>\n

Maybe. In fact, I\u2019ve been playing just a little bit dumb here. I\u2019m not so entirely in the position of the baffled archeologist staring at faded handprints on the wall of a cave. There is, undeniably, a connection between the closed-off bookkeeper responsible for VOLUME I<\/small> and the person I am now: because, what she refers to, I remember. \u201c[MT], a good friend of [my older brother\u2019s], came over and we played Balderdash with Dad,\u201d reads an entry from Sunday, July 17, 1993. \u201cIt was pretty fun. We drank strong coffee and listened to music as we played.\u201d Any other reader wouldn\u2019t see much in these three flat sentences. I cringe at their empty affect, but I also am reminded of what it felt like to sit around that table playing a word game in our small party of four. I am reminded of how clever my shaggy-haired, pot-smoking, coolly ironic older brother seemed to me, how unfettered he was by anything like the rigidity of routine that I clung too\u2014and how much, oddly, I wanted his approval. Evenings like the one noted in this journal entry, when we played a game of writing fake dictionary definitions, were the closest I ever came to feeling like I had it. But that feeling always ended when the game did. Is that why the bland assessment \u201cpretty fun\u201d seems half deflated to me as I read it now?<\/p>\n

I recognize fragments like these only from a distance; they do not rise up, wholly reconstituted in me. And yet, remembering them at all, even from a distance, feels like something\u2014it reminds me of the disparity between what I felt and what I felt I could show. I remember how I was, at that age, striving so doggedly but so blindly to approximate some standard of normalcy that I couldn\u2019t define but that I knew<\/em> other, normal people could discern.<\/p>\n

Reading the banal pages of this journal reminds me, more than anything else, of the disconnect between what I thought I was supposed to feel (what a normal person would feel) and what I actually felt. This disconnect followed me for a long time. It\u2019s always there, a hitch or hiccup in the otherwise smooth surface of a day. Single sentences that suggest the other half of the story: \u201cHer party just made me feel depressed. \u2026 He is a nice person, very friendly, but a little too \u201csomething I don\u2019t like\u201d for me \u2026 I want to be normal, but I\u2019m unable to do it.\u201d It was only years after VOLUME I<\/small> that I realized the disconnect was the thing I needed to write about.<\/p>\n

Alyssa Pelish writes, edits, and teaches in New York. Her work has also appeared in <\/em>Harper\u2019s, <\/em>Slate, <\/em>Science, <\/em>The Smart Set, <\/em>The Los Angeles Review of Books, <\/em>and <\/em>3 Quarks Daily. This piece is taken from an episodic memoir of childhood and adolescence she’s working on.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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