Theories

June 18, 1991,
Hello, my name is Jonathan Mcgee, I live in Albion, Michigan, and I’m eleven years old. I got this journal for my birthday three days ago, and I didn’t really know what to do with it, but I think I have it down now, I’m supposed to write what I think in here, and that’s what I’ll do.

June 20, 1991,
I have decided I will give you, journal, the story of my life...
I was born on June 15, 1980, in a hospital in Albion, Michigan, weighing eight lbs. 9 oz. I was born with with a dark brown head of hair that never fell out, or changed hardly at all, for that matter. I was a quiet baby, or at least that’s what my mom told me. I started talking early, able to form sentences at about 16 months. By the time I was three, I had a decent vocabulary, able to voice my thoughts, and hold a conversation for a couple of minutes. My mom said I drove her insane on long car rides, lots of ridiculous questions, and lots of the “What-If” game. I could read too, to an extent. Very simple words, but I was able to sound them out. To say the least, I was very advanced for my age group.
By kindergarten, I was above average, but I was so young it didn’t matter a whole lot. When I really started to stick out was about third grade, when I was put in my first “Accelerated Learning” program for math and science, my favorite subjects. And it was noticed among my classmates, and I was always eager to help them, almost as much as they were to accept it. But, just as in all things, every positive has a negative. And my adversary- Bullies. As it turned out, my removal from normal classes may have had sparked some jealousy among some of my classmates. I was teased for being different, pushed around because I was insecure. But it never really bothered me, I knew they could never touch me on intelligence. I spent my summer that year doing a lot of research, you know, simple stuff like the mold-on-bread things, or the-fastest-way-to-grow-a-plant experiment. Don’t get me wrong, I spent an equal amount of time playing outside with friends and things. And I guess that brings us here, me, 11, going into 6th grade. My hand is starting to hurt, so I guess that’s enough for today.

July 8th, 1991,
Hello again! I have something rather important I would like to bring up today, and I feel it is necessary for you to know. I have a dream, journal. But to understand my dream, you first must understand my theory. My theory is borrowed from several physicists, but there are some things I came up with in here. The theory is, we live in a multiverse. That our universe is not alone in the vast amount of space that is out there. Think about, it explains the Big Bang Theory, maybe two universes could have collided out there and caused all of this to happen. Now, all this is brand new right- out- of- oven- theory work here. Hardly anyone believes it, but I think it to be plausible. To be as tunnel-viewed as to think that we are the only ones out there is beyond me. My dream, journal, is to discover one of those universes. With the possibility of getting through a wormhole to an alternate universe would be the greatest discovery ever known to man! And I wish to do this, journal, and that is my dream.
July 24th, 1991,
I’ve been doing some reasearch on my theory and it seems to be plausible still! But now, I have a theory on how the universe will end. A deep freeze. We know the universe is expanding from the Big Bang from the Doppler effect, and it will continue to do this until the end of time, but when is the end of time? How will time end? I think that everything will eventually get so far apart that when everything runs out of energy, nothing will be heating the universe, and it will freeze. Now, I don’t have everything about that theory figured out, like how long it will take, or if it’s even possible. But I know its going to end, because all systems fall apart.

August 15th, 1991,
Journal, my mother is crazy. I told her about my theories and she instantly packed me up and drove to the church preaching (no pun intended) I was possesed by the devil. But I think my mother is overreacting, and if this is the way she is going to act every time I come up with new idea, I think I’ll just keep them to myself.

August 17th, 1991,
I read a science book today and it had some very inspiring words in it. “Stay Skeptical”. Sad I can’t remember the title, they’re good words to live by...

September 8th, 1991,
School is starting again! I can’t wait to start! I’ve been waiting so long, and the wait is finally over! Sixth grade is finally here! My mother says I am growing up so fast, and my father says that I had better do good, and maybe I’ll get something special for Christmas. Hardly a challenge, But I hope that I get into the advanced classes again, otherwise school would just be a bore. I heard we talk about the solar system in science this year, and I can’t wait! I’ve got so many questions to ask, like how old is the sun, how long will the solar system be around for, and are there other planets we can move to in our solar system, like Mars or something.

October 18th, 1991,
School is going great! I’m getting A’s in all my classes, except art, that I have a “B” in, but I’m sure I’ll have an “A” by the end of the quarter. Journal, I really want a rat. I don't know why, but they are so smart, and cute. My mother call me crazy for wanting one, saying they are gross, disease carrying pieces of crap. But I see their true beauty, an elegant form of life. My father says that he’ll talk about it with my mother, and I hope she complies. Maybe that will be my special gift for Christmas!

November 3rd, 1991,
Today is a very special day, we take a test in class to see how advanced we are in school. I am sure I will score high, probably the best in my class!

November 9th, 1991,
I had a meeting with the school principal today about the possibility of skipping a grade level into the eighth grade! I sure hope my parents agree, I’d get so far and excel much faster, and I could learn so much more at a faster pace too! But I would have to leave all of my friends behind. That would be terrible! I don’t even know if its such a good idea anymore, I would be all alone.

December 1st, 1991,
Hello! Haven't written in a while, almost a whole month, guess I’ve just been so busy with making the switch to eighth grade! Yes! My parents have agreed and I am doing well! Now my mom will for sure have to get me that rat! I can’t wait! Eighth grade is so much fun, the teachers are way cooler, and the stuff we study is way more interesting. I am finally actually being challenged, and its fun! I have some bad news too, my favourite musician of all time Freddie Mercury has passed away, and the world has lost, in my opinion, one of its greatest people. He is my idol, he is so talented, I wish could be just like him. It is a shame he had to go.

December 28th, 1991,
Christmas was amazing! I got some new t-shirts, some money from grandma, and a rat! Yes, I actually got it! My mother got over herself for me, and it's actually here, in my room! He’s completely black, and I’ve decided to name him Moon. He’s so cute! His fur is so soft and smooth, and he’s got a pretty big cage too, about 3x3 feet, with lots of little toys.

January 5th, 1992,
We had the coolest New Years Bash ever! We had chicken and soda, and fake wine, absolutely awesome! I even made Moon a little hat, and it was so funny! We all made New Years Resolutions, and mine was to fill up the rest of this journal by summer, I have a feeling it won’t even take that long!


February 17th, 1992,
Happy Valentines Day! Guess what! Someone actually was my valentine this year, a girl named Jennifer asked me. She was my first Valentine ever! She’s from 6th grade, so she wasn’t older. She’s got long dark hair and is about 4’11’’. She’s really pretty, I wonder why she likes a nerd like me. Anyway, I don’t want mess with a good thing!

February 27th, 1992,
I have something new that I would like to learn... The piano! It is a fantastic instrument- elegant, refined, beautiful, lovely. I will address this to my parents tonight, hopefully they might let me take lessons, but they are expensive, and they did just get me a rat, so I would understand if they said no, but I really want to do this, it would be so fun, and I could play for people, and they would like it, and it would be so much fun! My inspiration is Freddie Mercury, my idol. Did you know he had a vocal range of four octaves! I don’t think I could sing like that, but with enough practice I could play like him! The first song I am going to learn is “Bohemian Rhapsody,” my favorite.

March 3rd, 1992,
I asked my parents about piano lessons, and they said that if I do extra chores (and work harder at the ones I already have), I can!

May 7th, 1992,
I start piano today! I can’t wait! It’s going to be so much fun! I probably won’t learn a whole lot my first lesson, but what I do know is I’ll practice whatever I do learn like crazy! My mom has a piano in the dining room, and I’ll practice on that. I’m sure I’ll pick it up pretty quickly, I am a fast learner...

May 14th, 1992,
Wow, piano is a lot harder than I thought. I learned a D major scale, and it has proved to be very difficult and challenging. I practiced for two hours today and my hand is killing me! It was so frustrating at first, I told my mom I was going to quit, but I know I can’t. I guess “Bohemian Rhapsody” is farther away than I thought, I’m just gonna have to wait.

May 29th, 1992,
I’m getting better at piano, I can play that scale with my eyes closed now!

June 1st, 1992,
School ends in seven days! I have to say, I am pretty excited! I finally get to spend some time with my friends! I am hoping to be at the pool a lot more than last year, my mom says I need to spend some time outside my shell, always researching things. I think I am pretty much sick of cosmology, I have exhausted myself on that topic, and I don’t really want to think about it anymore. Maybe someday I’ll return to it. What really interests me now is the human mind. So vast and always changing, it is what led to us being the dominant species we are today (according to some scientists). I’ll have to read up on it later, get some more information on it. That’s later, I just need a break right now.

June 5th, 1992,
I guess I have reached the end of the road with you Journal, this is your last page. I wish I could write a little more, but there is no more space! I promise I will keep you and maybe even read you to somebody someday. Who knows, maybe they’ll even like it! I would like to write a few words for future reference and see if any consistencies follow through when I’m an adult. I would like to grow and be a psychologist, have three kids and live somewhere where there’s a beach. I would like to travel, go places Ireland, Spain, and maybe Mexico. I want to discover something new, I don’t mind what it is, just something. Something new. Something spectacular.
Wish me luck,
Good bye