s to grades。 they never worry about report cards； good or bad。 as long as im healthy and happy and dont talk back too much； theyre satisfied。 if these three things are all right； everything else will take care of itself。
im just the opposite。 i dont want to be a poor student。 i was accepted to the jewish lyceum on a conditional basis。 i was supposed to stay in the seventh grade at the montessori school； but when jewish children were required to go to jewish schools； mr。 elte finally agreed； after a great deal of persuasion； to accept lies goslar and me。
lies also passed this year； though she has to repeat her geometry exam。
poor lies。 it isnt easy for her to study at home； her baby sister； a spoiled little two…year…old； plays in her room all day。 if gabi doesnt get her way； she starts screaming； and if lies doesnt look after her； mrs。 goslar starts screaming。 so lies has a hard time doing her homework； and as long as thats the case； the tutoring shes been getting wont help much。 the goslar household is really a sight。 mrs。 goslars parents live next door； but eat with the family。 the theres a hired girl； the baby； the always absentminded and absent mr。 goslar and the always nervous and irrita ie mrs。
goslar； whos expecting another baby。 lies； whos all thumbs； gets lost in the mayhem。
my sister margot has also gotten her report card。
brilliant； as usual。 if we had such a thing as 〃cum laude；〃 she would have passed with honors； shes so smart。
father has been home a lot lately。 theres nothing for him to do at the office； it must be awful to feel youre not needed。 mr。 kleiman has taken over opekta； and mr。
kugler； gies & co。； the pany dealing in spices and spice substitutes that was set up in 1941。
a few days ago； as we were taking a stroll around our neighborhood square； father began to talk about going into hiding。 he said it would be very hard for us to live cut off from the rest of the world。 i asked him why he was bringing this up now。
〃well； anne；〃 he replied； 〃you know that for more than a year weve been bringing clothes； food and furniture to other people。 we dont want our belongings to be seized by the germans。 nor do we want to fall into their clutches ourselves。 so well leave of our own accord and not wait to be hauled away。鈥�
〃but when； father？〃 he sounded so serious that i felt scared。
〃dont you worry。 well take care of everything。 just enjoy your carefree life while you can。鈥�
that was it。 oh； may these somber words not e true for as long as possible。
the doorbells ringing； hellos here； time to stop。
yours； anne
wednesday； july 8； 1942
dearest kitty；
it seems like years since sunday morning。 so much has happened its as if the whole world had suddenly turned upside down。 but as you can see； kitty； im still alive； and thats the main thing； father says。 im alive all right； but dont ask where or how。 you probably dont understand a word im saying today； so ill begin by telling you what happened sunday afternoon。
at three oclock （hello had left but was supposed to e back later）； the doorbell rang。 i didnt hear it； since i was out on the balcony； lazily reading in the sun。 a little while later margot appeared in the kitchen doorway looking very agitated。 〃father has received a call…up notice from the ss；〃 she whispered。 〃mother has gone to see mr。
van daan〃 （mr。 van daan is fathers business partner and a good friend。）
i was stunned。 a call…up： everyone knows what that means。 visions of concentration camps and lonely cells raced through my head。 how could we let father go to such a fate？ 〃of course hes not going；〃 declared margot as we waited for mother in the living room。 〃mothers gone to mr。 van daan to ask whether we can move to our hiding place tomorrow。 the van daans are going with us。 there will be seven of us altogether。〃 silence。 we couldnt speak。 the thought of father off visiting someone in the jewish hospital and pletely unaware of what was happening； the long wait for mother； the heat； the suspense all this reduced us to silence。
suddenly the doorbell rang again。 〃thats hello；〃 i said。
〃dont open the door！〃 exclaimed margot to stop me。 but it wasnt necessary； since we heard mother and mr。 van daan downstairs talking to hello； and then the two of them came inside and shut the door behind them。 every time the bell rang； either margot or i had to tiptoe downstairs to see if it was father； and we didnt let anyone else in。 margot and i were sent from the room； as mr。 van daan wanted to talk to mother alone。
when she and i were sitting in our bedroom； margot told me that the call…up was not for father； but for her。 at this second shock； i began to cry。 margot is sixteen apparently they want to send girls her age away on their own。 but thank goodness she wont be going； mother had said so herself； which must be what father had meant when he talked to me about our going into hiding。 hiding。 。 。 where would we hide？ in the city？ in the country？ in a house？ in a shack？ when； where； how。 。 。 ？ these were questions i wasnt allowed to ask； but they still kept running through my mind。
margot and i started packing our most important belongings into a schoolbag。 the first thing i stuck in was this diary； and then curlers； handkerchiefs； schoolbooks； a b and some old letters。 preoccupied by the thought of going into hiding； i stuck the craziest things in the bag； but im not sorry。 memories mean more to me than dresses。
father finally came hqme around five oclock； and we called mr。 kleiman to ask if he could e by that evening。 mr。 van daan left and went to get miep。 miep arrived and promised to return later that night； taking with her a bag full of shoes； dresses； jackets； underwear and stockings。 after that it was quiet in our apartment； none of us felt like eating。 it was still hot； and everything was very strange。
we had rented our big upstairs room to a mr。 goldschmidt； a divorced man in his thirties； who apparently had nothing to do that evening； since despite all our polite hints he hung around until ten oclock。
miep and jan gies came at eleven。 miep； whos worked for fathers pany since 1933； has bee a close friend； and so has her husband jan。 once again； shoes； stockings； books and underwear disappeared into mieps bag and jans deep pockets。 at eleven…thirty they too disappeared。
i was exhausted； and even though i knew itd be my last night in my own bed； i fell asleep right away and didnt wake up until mother called me at five…thirty the next morning。 fortunately； it wasnt as hot as sunday； a warm rain fell throughout the day。
the four of us were wrapped in so many layers of clothes it looked as if we were going off to spend the night in a refrigerator； and all that just so we could take more clothes with us。 no jew in our situation would dare leave the house with a suitcase full of clothes。 i was wearing two undershirts； three pairs of underpants； a dress； and over that a skirt； a jacket； a raincoat； two pairs of stockings； heavy shoes； a cap； a scarf and lots more。 i was suffocating even before we left the house； but no one bothered to ask me how i felt。
margot stuffed her schoolbag with schoolbooks； went to get her bicycle and； with