This is my Marilyn Monroe project. I handed it in a day late because my parents were screaming at me this while past weekend and they wouldn't let me do my report. Seriously. They wouldn't. I told Mr. Tomedi that and I really hope that he believes me, because it was true. I really hope that I get a good grade on it. I did a diary of her and what I thought she would write in these situations. September 13, 1935 Dear Diary, The nice lady at the orphanage gave me this blank book; she said it was called a diary. She also told me to write in it every day, and that at my age I need to have something close to me. I don’t really know what that means but I’ll try my best to write in my diary as much as possible. Well, first I’ll start out with my name. My name is Norma Jeane Baker, and I’m 9 years old. My birthday is June 1, 1926. The other girls and the boys at the orphanage told me that my family didn’t want me anymore. I cried a lot when they told me that. Maybe they were right. I don’t know. June 26, 1937 Dear Diary, I found this old diary that Mrs. Greene must have given me. She has passed on since then so I can’t ask her. It was probably her because she was the only person here who was ever nice to me. I found this diary in the bottom of my cabinet here at the orphanage; today I’m leaving so I had to clean it out. I wrote in here last when I was 9 years old, now I’m 11. I wrote that my family didn’t want me anymore, but I found out that they do want me back, or at least my mommy’s friend does, and her husband too. They are taking me back to their home today. I wonder if mommy looks different? I wonder how it will be to live with Grace (I think that’s her name)? I wonder so many things and I do hope that they get answered. After I’ve been traveling from foster homes back to this orphanage for so long, all that I really want is a family that will love me and care for me. My gosh! They came while I was writing! I actually have a home now! Yes! June 2, 1942 Dear Diary, I know that my last entry was filled with such happiness, but since then I have been thrown around to family members like an old rag doll. And now that I’m back with Grace again, her husband is being transported to the East Coast and they can’t afford to take me. It saddens me how they can just throw a price on my body. I just want some stabilized love. That’s it. No fancy jewelry, or furs, just someone to love me. But I think I may have found someone to fit that criterion. His name is Jimmy Dougherty, and he has to be the sweetest boy in the world, although he’s not really a boy. He is at a man’s age, 21, and I am but a girl at the age of 16. He still loves me though, and like I said before, that is all I could ever wish for. I have two choices, to marry Jimmy, or to get sent off to another orphanage. I think I know what I am going to do. June 19, 1942 Dear Diary, I write to you with such excitement on this day! Jimmy and I are getting married! We are to be married tonight! I am so excited; I don’t have to go off to another orphanage! I’ll never ever have to feel depressed and alone anymore! I’ve found my special man, and his name is Jimmy. August 26, 1946 Dear Diary, So much has happened, where has all the time gone? Not to long ago I was a joyful 5-year-old with enough energy to power all of New York. Now I’m a full-grown woman, with dreams and opinions of my own. It’s strange, how we transform so quickly. First of all I’d like to say that I divorced Jimmy, we weren’t working out after he joined the Merchant Marines (actually, after he came back, see below). While he was gone I was discovered. I met a nice man named David Conover and he told me that I was “A photographers dream”. I was quite contented with that compliment. After that reality just kind of slid away from me. David started giving me more and more modeling jobs, and I slowly started fitting in with the women that I dreamt of being as a young teen. The magazines that I read became part of me, because now they had a new meaning. They meant that I could become anything now, as long as I tried. At this point I divorced Jimmy, because I would prefer a career to someone who I have hardly spoken to in years. Today I signed my first studio contract with twentieth century fox. I’m so excited! This job means so much more to me than I can describe on paper. Also, I’m thinking of dying my hair blond. I’ve noticed that many models have blond hair; maybe it will boost my popularity. I think it’s worth a try. January 14, 1954 Dear Diary, It surprised me when I found this diary under my bed today. I accidentally dropped my shoe and it fell under my bed, when I reached for it my hand fell upon this old diary of mine. I though I lost this thing years and years ago. So much has happened since; I’ve been in movies! Yes, that’s what I said, movies! Also, I’ve used a stage name, Marilyn Monroe, instead of my normal name. I would have never imagined that I would be this famous at the age of 27. So far I’ve been in the movies The Shocking Miss Pilgrim, The Asphalt Jungle, All About Eve, Let’s Make It Legal, As Young As You Feel, Monkey Business, Don’t Bother To Knock, Niagara, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Love Nest, The Fireball, A Ticket To Tomahawk, and How To Marry A Millionaire. What A Mouthful! I’m so proud of myself for working my way to the top. It’s kind of ironic that I found my old diary today, because today I’m getting married! I will soon be married to a baseball superstar! His name is Joe DiMaggio, and I love him more than I’ve loved anyone in my entire life. His heart is so pure. I think that this is the real thing, this is true love. October 27, 1954 Dear Diary, Joe and I divorced today. Are careers weren’t splicing well. I’m very upset. I don’t think that I can write anymore. June 29, 1956 Dear Diary, My youth has been restored! I’m getting married today, this time to Arthur Miller, a playwright. I hope that I have found my true love now, hopefully someone who is sweet and gentle and who will care for me forever and ever. January 20, 1961 Dear Diary, I feel very sad saying that I don’t think I’ll ever find the perfect person for me. Arthur and I got a divorce. Even after we survived together for two miscarriages. August 8, 1962 Dear Diary, So many things have been wonderful in my life, but even more have been heartbreaking. Just by reading this diary, everyone would think that my life was just “sad”. I never really began to write my deepest thoughts and feelings here. Some cannot be said in words, but emotions. I don’t think that I can go on like this. The container of pills beside me is begging to end my misery. Sometimes I think that drugs can only be your true friends. They give you relief and take strain off of your life. But even the strongest of drugs won’t be able to save me from my own hands. Good bye, my diary, it’s been nice having you to confide in for all these years, but nothing can save me now. So that you will stay safe, I’m going to hide you in the floorboards under my bed. Hopefully, you will stay safe forever. Far away from all of the pain and stress that has befallen the world.