A fictitious Diary Entry from a Canadian High School Student
- Part 1 -

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Friday, September 1, 1864

"Baboo! Hurry, we will be late!" That's my father, John Alexander Macdonald, and no, if you are wondering, my name is not really Baboo; it is just a cute nickname my dad started calling me ever since I was young. My real name is Margaret Mary Theodora Macdonald. My father has been very kind and helpful towards me, even though it is harder to raise me than my older brother.

I have suffered from brain damage since birth, so I am currently unable to walk (which is why I have to maneuver my way through life with a wheelchair), I can't talk all too clearly, but believe me; I am plenty smart. The best way I have learned to communicate is through my typewriter, which was given to me a few years back by my mother and father. Anyway, today my father and I are going to a conference.

He is one of the most important figures in my life. My family, which consists of my father, brother Hugh John Macdonald and my mother Agnes Macdonald live together in Kingston, where my father was the alderman. See, my father is a lawyer, a very good one may I add, and he even has a "branch legal office", (I am not particularly sure of what that is supposed to mean, but my father calls it that every time he speaks of it) in Napanese.

We are on our way to a conference to discuss this matter, even though my father does all the talking, he likes to bring me along, just because he knows I am very interested in politics. Unlike some of his other cases he has dealt with in the past, he is not sure of the outcome of this, because it is very controversial, and the idea hasn't been worked on enough.

This conference is held in Charlottetown, Prince Edwards Island, and the meeting held will be called the, "Charlottetown Conference". Very original. The "Charlottetown Conference" will be discussing confederation of the colonies in British North America, meaning that all the colonies will join into one nation that are all under one government. First, it began as the

confederation of P.E.I., Newfoundland and Nova Scotia, to become the Maritime Union, but it wasn't going anywhere, so the Province of Canada stepped into the picture, hoping to help, but instead enlarged the discussion and idea into becoming a nation. P.E.I. is quite far from Kingston, so we will be arriving there on a steamboat called the Queen Victoria. It is a long walk, or rather a long ride to the docks. We make it to the docks, just before the boat sets off.

The ship is quite large, and white, with the name proudly, and clearly, plastered in large letters on the front of the ship. I imagine it could house maybe a few hundreds if this was a cruise ship. To my surprise, after rolling around the deck of the ship a few times, there aren't many people here. And the few people that were here, were just politicians playing chess and backgammon. I feel so out of place, because there are also are not any other girls my age, or kids in general that are my age.

I am so very tired. I fell asleep during the ride, and sadly had to miss most of the nice water scenery. But, now, at least we are here! On our way to the conference, we go through a park on the shores. Strolling through Charlottetown is beautiful! It has that amazing feeling of together-ness, because everyone knows everyone, even though there aren't much people here. We finally make it to the conference, which is held in a great square building. The entire conference was expected to last a few days, maybe latest is the ninth of September, and so my father and I would be staying at a nearby hotel.

It was still quite into the morning when the first conference began. In the first conference, nothing much happened really, to my surprise. The politicians that came with my father and I while boarding the Queen Victoria mainly just went over basic introductions to business. After lasting through a few hours of that, there was a large ball hosted kindly by PEI’s Lieutenant-Governor Dundas.

To be continued..

PS: Per the parents: "The article is the diary entry for the class work which is marked as the best in the class and obtained 100% which would be beneficial to young school kids in helping them organizing the articles and how to organized the flow of thoughts.
This is the work of grade 7 in a school in Canada."