Journal of the Future
Realistic Journal of 2058 Backed Up with Research
April 21, 2058
Beep. It was three o'clock. School was coming to an end. The clock clearly states the start of every day, the time of every noon, and the end of every evening. My teacher, Mr. Russ, paced slowly by. I could hear his footsteps assenting. He showed to me my exam on his iPhone. My spirits arose as Mr. Russ told me of the wonderful grade. My exam seemed to be smiling back at me. He pealed a sticker carefully off a thin, waxed sheet of paper and placed it carefully onto my shirt. My index finger jumped eagerly. I pushed on the patiently awaiting sticker. Music. That time it was one of the oldies. It might have been some Nirvana song. School was now over. I walked outside. A silver fuel cell Honda Clarity pulled up. My mom gives me a hug as I enter the car and asked the usual. “How was school today, Paul?” I grinned. “I got a good grade. Other than that, nothing really special happened,” My mom turned on the radio. There was a short buzz. “-hurricane nearing Florida. Th-” Click. She shut the radio off.
April 23, 2058
It’s the weekend. I’m always the bored twelve – year – old who doesn’t know what to do. I picked up my Amazon Kindle and began to read. I began to scroll down the menu. Today I was in the mood for a good sci–fi book. The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. War of the Worlds. Scrolling. I came to find a new release, The Alien and the Boy. I sat down and began to read. After a little while I was nonetheless bored again. I switched on the T.V. with the remote. I would say it’s about the size of a normal playing card, and just the same thinness as a square of thin cardboard, is my guess. I started channel-flipping. I’ve lost interest in the kids’ channels. They are too repetitive. I pressed a random number in the hundreds. News. “The Asimo robot, from Honda, invented in 2005, seems still to live on, though a fault occurred and caused it to be disabled. Its twin, Hubo, went on to demonstrating to many fans. To find out more about their newest sibling, visit CNN. Com for more. Go ahead, Larry,” “Seismologists predict a big earthquake nearing. A 9.2.” Yeah right. I switched off the T.V.
April 29, 2058
I got out of bed. This day was going to be easy, and I was in a good mood. I looked out the window. There were clear skies, and there was little wind. That meant Century City was in for some nasty smog. I skipped happily into my parents’ bedroom. My dad looked stressed. It was as if a dark blanket had covered us all and the world around us. My good mood had fallen. The hurricane in had just hit land, and so had my good mood. Hopefully, president Jim Raymond would do something about it. That Is, If only he could. I tried to forget about it. I had to think of what I was going to do tomorrow. I am visiting my friend’s house. I haven’t seen him in a while. Then my thoughts drifted into school, only two days away. I would have to get up early. Because I never have time for breakfast, we have some energy pills in the cabinet. Then I think about my parents. They don’t seem used to all these hurricanes. There was a time. Once. There was a time when the sky was clearer than ever. Right now, the citizens of Los Angeles are trying to tame the vicious weather. On the bright side, as my thoughts whirl through the Earth’s history, I think of how privileged I am to not live in ‘63. The blacks were treated unfairly. I’ve heard, in some time period, women were not even allowed to vote! How weird is that?!? I think we’re realizing our mistakes. I was in good mood again.
April 30, 2058
It’s awfully crowded nowadays. There are so many new buildings crowding all around. Down the road, there is a big construction site. All day, the workers are playing Mexican music very loudly. It is just so annoying! When I walked into the living room today, and stared at our framed old photo of downtown. I giggled to myself when I saw how small it was back then in 2008. How many people are there in Los Angeles? 4,803,266 people? I think, maybe, back in 2008, there was something like 3,916,509 people. I don’t have that great memory. I just copied those numbers out of a book. I got some ice cream in a cone earlier today with my friend, Henry. It cost $4.75. We went to his house later, and played a game on his SuperIR 4 gaming console. My dad picked me up at 6:00. I looked out the car window. Trees. Road. Houses. Office buildings. Sky. Mountains. Stores. Cars. People. Noise. Silence. The car parked in the driveway. My dad and I walked up the stone path to our house. I rang the door bell, and my sister, Emma opened the door. My mom ,in the kitchen, was beginning to cook dinner. “How was our little boy today at Henry’s house?” I shied back quietly. My dad went over to help her with the dinner. My heart leaped to my throat. School is tomorrow. Today was Sunday! I went in to help with the dinner. Emma followed.
April 31 , 2058 I picked up my LapApple, ate some breakfast quickly, and headed strait to the car. I always wish the ride to school could be longer. It always lasts five minutes. My mom pulled up to the drop off zone. I passed Henry on the way to my locker. We had a brief discussion about the closing year and upcoming summer. I kept walking. I pointed to the schedule. First class: Informatics. The bell rang as I entered the classroom. The computer stood in front of me. It was an aMac. This is my favorite class. The Informatics teacher, Mrs. Pelly, stood and taught the lesson with a quiet and soothing tone. The clock beeped. It was nine o’clock and time for art. Today we were starting on our computer graphics movies. Once again, I was seated in front of an aMac. I created a film with the Lego warriors against the robots. To me, it didn’t really matter what the movie was about. I was aiming for the comical and adventurous part. When I was was finished, I played my movie to the class. I didn’t get any laughs, but at least I burned it to a Red Disc so I can play it at home.
May 1, 2058
Today at lunch, I was in line, waiting. My food was at the the other end. My stomach was angry, and it was growling like mad. After a long two minutes, the long line had given way. My taste buds were awaiting the corn on the cob. I have it every Tuesday in the cafeteria However, today, something different was on the table. Quesadillas. A lot of them too. I walked curiously towards my friend Henry, waiting at a big blue table. “Where’s the corn?” I asked him. “Ya didnth hr?” he replied with his mouth full. Henry swallowed heartily, “’Corns all gone. It’s too expensive now,” Corn is always and has always been expensive, as far as I know. They don’t have buttered corn at Outer Thought Middle school anymore. Why doesn’t anyone do anything about this stupid ethanol deal? It’s just polluting twice as much and raising food prices. I took a bite of my quesadilla. Henry and I exchanged thoughts. What were we doing after school? Where are we going this summer? What’s our favorite Lego set? What movie do we want to see?
May 5, 2058
Happy weekend! Today was really fun. My family and I visited our friend, George. His house is very cool. Everywhere I turn, I can see some of his cool thingamajigs. He collects absolutely anything. His house is like a museum! Some junk, he turns into art pieces. He always wears a cross around his neck. Apparently, he still believes in god. Who knows why? I forgot what religion he believes in. I think there are a few kids at my school who believe in god. Usually, only the older people stay as believers. My family isn’t religious and never has been, although my dead ancestors probably did. I don’t know much about religion, so I can’t really explain it that much. Anyhow, I love being at George’s place. We enjoyed a good lunch there and talked for a while. When we left and were walking down the hill to our car, I looked up at his house. Next to it was an old car from the beginning of the 21st century. My eyes gazed through the window and into George’s living room. Junk and stuff. There was lot’s of it too. I laughed as I got in the car. My parents stared at me, and they began laughing also. What a cool guy, that George. His house just looks so different from everyone else’s. Back at home, I plopped down on the couch and watched some T.V.