Welcome to the home of my fictional journal, The Diary of Madie Beartri.
This blog first began in 2004 and grew into a collection of more than 350 journal and diary entries, following Madie’s life and adventures as they unfolded over the years.
Although the original blog disappeared many years ago, I was fortunate enough to recover every written entry. I’m now bringing them back to life here so the story can be enjoyed once again. Sadly, many of the original podcast recordings were lost along the way.
As I rebuild the blog, I’ll be re-recording the missing podcasts. They may not sound exactly like the originals, but they’ll share the same stories, memories, and adventures that readers have enjoyed from the beginning.
Thank you so much for stopping by. I hope you’ll enjoy getting to know Madie and following her journey as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I finally found a new journal to write in. I found it at the plaza, and I paid a hefty price, but I desperately needed something to write my thoughts down in. You would think that a person living inside of a school building would have access to paper. Not in this school. Except for the stash the Journal Club keeps under lock and key, the only paper in this school is the student records. This paper, of course, is already written on and serves no useful purpose to me. Not a lot to tell about bear country, except that things have been quiet for weeks. I am a little bored.
Actually, I am really bored. Everyone is off doing their own thing. I was hoping maybe I could get someone to play a game of cards. Spades, perhaps. It’s a fun game, but no one was interested. I even asked the library trio, Marty, Gretchen, and Cecilia. Day in and day out, they sit in the media center and read.
Surely they could have used a diversion. They weren’t interested. Marty said they were doing research. This sounded so funny. Somewhat interesting, so I asked if I could help. They all three looked at me and in unison said no, and before I knew what was happening, they pushed me out of the media center, and then they locked the door. Here we go. Those three are a wealth of information. A little odd and secretive, and they are rarely seen alone, but they can be very helpful at times. I am only a little hurt that they didn’t want to play with me.
Oh well, their loss. The agriculture club is trying their best to supply us with a variety of fruits and vegetables, but an unfortunate accident with a bug infestation has damaged much of our crops. In an effort to keep us from starving to death, the Agriculture Club has asked for volunteers.
They need people to help with the crops that are left. I will be spending much of my time next week helping in the fields. Oh joy, It’s not that I’m… mind helping out, I just hate manual labor. Oh well, better to help now than to starve later.
