Author's Note: Okay so this was just a brief little idea that I had while reading Little Sun Dragon-Chan's "Dear Fanfiction," so before we get underway, a quick shout out there; trust me, it's hilarious. This, however, is going to be somewhat different, not only in that I am focusing primarily on our favorite hot teacher, but also that, as the name implies, it will consist of Diary entries, roughly in chronological order, spanning from childhood onwards. I don't know, I thought it would be amusing. Please let me know what you think and if you'd like to see more; I'm open to suggestions for subjects of future entries.

Entry # 1: Age 12

Greetings Mr. Diary,

I feel that I should inform you that this whole 'diary' business is a waste of my time and yours. I see no reason at all that I should spend my time with a book containing no words! Indeed, you could be far more productively used to keep the notes of a scientist or some other person who could actually use you. I. Don't. Need you. No matter what Mom says. A 'constructive way to vent?' Ridiculous! I am not a child!

…That stupid Winchester jerk deserved it anyway…

And what's so 'constructive' about scribbling in a blank book that no one is ever going to look at, huh? It doesn't even make sense! I can hardly even call you a book really! Books are supposed to teach you things, aren't they? Or at least to tell stories… they're supposed to help you learn, or at least amuse! You can't even give me a headache when I try to read you after bedtime – you don't have any words! Except for these ones… Well, whatever… books have words before some stupid kid doodles pictures of you and Mr. Ozpin kissing in a heart!

…Stupid Winchester…

I do not need to vent. I AM FINE!

It's bad enough that Mom makes me wear those stupid Mary-Janes and won't let me experiment with my Dust in my room; what am I, ten? And besides, it only exploded once… you can't even see the scorch-marks on the ceiling anymore… there wasn't even a crater…

I am mature, intelligent, and polite! It's not my fault that Mommy's too busy being stupid to notice how smart and sophisticated I am! I need to spend my time practice with my Dust or my semblance, not scribbling down stuff that I ALREADY KNOW in a stupid, STUPID blank book that nobody's gonna look at but ME!

It's a stupid waste of time.

Politely reminding you of your place,

Glynda