While I was in Ontario helping her with her bunion, my mother gave me a small notebook I’d
kept in 1999. I’d decorated the front cover with a yellow sun, outlined in red,
blue and then a final line of yellow. On the back, I’d drawn a child-sized
hand, red with disproportionate fingers, outlined in flowy lines of yellow,
blue and red. It seems I was into primary colours. Inside the notebook were
pages of graph paper.
“If I could tell the world just one thing, it would be, that we’re all OK.”
In the Sunshine Book, in my perfect penmanship, I’d penciled
stories and quotes from lofty and inspirational sources such as, “Chicken Soup
from the Teenage Soul,” “Anne of Green Gables,” Dr. Seuss and “Fried Green
Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Café.” Back then there was no such thing as LOL,
so whenever I found something amusing, I would write, “teeheehee” or “heeheehee”
surrounded by countourless happy faces. The
teeheehess and heeheehees are everywhere.
Closer to Fine, by the Indigo Girls – "I love it. After all, the best thing anyone could do for me is to help me take my life less seriously. It’s only life after all. Contourless happy face."
Angel, by Sarah
MacLachlan-"this is the best song in the world and it’s gonna be played at
my funeral or maybe at my wedding or maybe both – or maybe I’ll become an
immortal old maid."
Whatever happens, please don’t play, “Angel” at my funeral. I’m not sure how I pictured it at my wedding. Well, becoming an immortal old maid is not a bad option. I was surprised that Alanis Morrisette didn’t make it on the list, but I suppose she was more grade six.
In grade eight, for public speaking, I wrote a speech called, “An Ode to Appearances.” The ode made it into the Sunshine Book. Probably I didn’t really know what an ode was. Seemingly cutting edge, the speech was about beautifying methods such as wrinkle cream, liposuction and plastic surgery.
7. To love myself and not worry about what other people think.
“If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?”
“They call me Milk because I do your body good.”
“June, 1999,” I’d
written on the first page. I’d drawn five-pointed starts in each corner. All the
words and the stars were in pencil.
“Erica Schmidt, I wrote in perfect cursive writing, with unenclosed
smiley faces on either side. Then I quoted Jewel, from the song, Hands, still
in perfect penmanship:“If I could tell the world just one thing, it would be, that we’re all OK.”
The whole thing is amazingly embarrassing, but what the
hell.
“I’m okay too,” wrote Erica in 1999. I was at the end of
ninth grade, and thirteen years old. Maybe I was on the verge of hating myself, as some thirteen year olds are.
“This is my feel better book.” More unenclosed smiley faces
on either side. “My Sunshine Book.”
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| Squint and you might see. |
In addition to a list called, "On Guys," there is a section of hilarious jokes, pick-up lines, and the playlist from a carefully selected mixed tape. “My
Tape,” it was called, “Songs that were written for and about me” “My Tape”
included hits from 1999 and before. The Googoo Dolls, Frosh, Sarah
MacLachlan, The Dawson’s Creek soundtrack, Grease, and my Women and Songs CD. Next
to each song I articulated some astute memories and/or insight.
Examples:Closer to Fine, by the Indigo Girls – "I love it. After all, the best thing anyone could do for me is to help me take my life less seriously. It’s only life after all. Contourless happy face."
Foolish Games-by
Jewel- "happy face – I can’t say I’ve ever really had anyone who could have
played these sorts of foolish games with me… oh well. Heeheehee."
I Don’t Want to Wait,
by Paula Cole – (from the Dawson’s
Creek soundtrack. Choosing between Dawson and Pacey paralleled my real-life
crush choices. It was between the swim team hotties Alex Crampton and Michael
Brown. I switched back and forth every year. In grade nine, I think I was back
onto Alex. He looked more like Dawson. So maybe I was more a Dawson Girl.) –
"reminds me of Dawson's Creek. (drawn heart.) Silly show but I love it, it’s great. Teeheehee. Plus, I guess maybe it
should make me happier before my “life’s over” (hehe) and live in the present
moment because it’s called a present for a reason (teehee)." |
| Dawson and Pacey, Such lookers |
Whatever happens, please don’t play, “Angel” at my funeral. I’m not sure how I pictured it at my wedding. Well, becoming an immortal old maid is not a bad option. I was surprised that Alanis Morrisette didn’t make it on the list, but I suppose she was more grade six.
In grade eight, for public speaking, I wrote a speech called, “An Ode to Appearances.” The ode made it into the Sunshine Book. Probably I didn’t really know what an ode was. Seemingly cutting edge, the speech was about beautifying methods such as wrinkle cream, liposuction and plastic surgery.
“All around the world, women aren’t satisfied with their appearances.
They feel that their noses are too big, their bottoms jiggle when they walk and
their ears stick out too much.”
I wonder what my delivery was like. I remember people
laughing quite a lot, and my grade eight teacher Mr. Dutton peering at me in
shocked confusion. The speech is not all that well researched, but perhaps I
talked so fast that nobody noticed. And I banked on shock value by using words
such as “breast implant” “bottom lifters,” “jiggle,” “cellulite” and “padded
brassieres.” For undereye puffiness, instead of some expensive procedure, I recommended
hemorrhoid cream. I describe liposuction as “when they open your face, stick
the tweezers in and pull out all the fat.” According to the ode, during a
facelift they “stick the knife in and kind of rearrange things under there.”
Pretty much the premise of the whole thing is that all the beautifying methods
are too expensive. The speech came in second, behind Clare Banerd, who
performed a charismatic and highly detailed discourse on jelly bellies.
My childhood heroine, Anne of Green Gables used to speak of something
called “High Ideals of Earthly Bliss.” Likely the most simultaneously adorable
and embarrassing section of the Sunshine Book is a list named after Anne’s
ideals.
Some High Ideals of Earthly Bliss (heeheehee)
1.
Get flowers
from a boy. (illustrated by stick figures of a boy and a gift, and a tulip.
2.
Get a teddy bear or stuffed animal from a boy. (teehee
again) Countourless happy face, more stick figures, a teddy bear.
3.
To go on a picnic with a boy. (teeheehee) More
stick figures! A picnic basket.
4.
To have (a) best friend(s) someone who I can
have fun with and giggle with who knows me really really well and still loves
me even if they don’t have to. Illustrated by two happy faces. These ones are
outlined.
5.
To have a normal degree of photogenicness.
(teehee)
Illustration: contourless happy face not
Ugly happy face. (2015: I used to feel so
self-conscious in photos and ended up look rather awkward if not terrible. I
had almost forgotten about this ordeal. And now my phone is filled with a
shameful amount of selfies. Teeheehee)
6.
This one
is surrounded by hearts: To know all the time that I am loved and to let
others know all the time in little ways that they are loved by me.  |
| Very photogenic |
7. To love myself and not worry about what other people think.
For all the boys who were thinking of sending me flowers, or
teddy bears, I'll leave you
with these clever pick-up lines which conclude the Sunshine Book:
“Are you wearing Windex? I swear I can see you in my pants.”“If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?”
“They call me Milk because I do your body good.”
Teeheehee, teeheehee, teeheehee.
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