A Journey Into the Unknown Rating World

I believe that the trade of critic, in literature, music, and the drama, is the most degraded of all trades, and that it has no real value–certainly no large value…However, let it go. It is the will of God that we must have critics, and missionaries, and congressmen, and humorists, and we must bear the burden.

— Mark Twain

Most people who write diaries on here are just writing for themselves. They are happy with mediocrity. However, there are a few of us who aspire to be more. We are the few, the fearless. Truthfully, there is only one real test for excellence. Only one way to find out how your diary stacks up against all the rest. You must have your diary reviewed by a name that strikes fear into the hearts of diaries everywhere. You must be reviewed by Ice Angel-Rater.

A few weeks ago I made my first visit to the diary home of the dreaded Ice Angel-Rater. “What do you want?” she roared upon my entrance. She noticed me shiver and claimed she was only kidding, but I knew better. This was the most dangerous diary rater on the planet. I was going to have to be careful. Very careful.

The Angel-Rater saw my hesitation and asked if I was sure I wanted to enter. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure. This was going to be the biggest challenge the diary had ever faced. For a moment I thought about going back, but then I thought about all of my adoring readers. What would cheezit think of me if I gave up now? How would kitna-jade react when she saw the coward that my diary really was? Would jeninthebox ever return after she realized the diary was nothing more than a phony? No, I had to go on. I couldn’t let them down now.

Submissively, I walked forward. “I request a rating” I stammered. The Angel-Rater paused, and I thought, maybe for just a second, that she gained a bit of respect for me. I did not wait for her to respond. I knew that the Angel-Rater never turned down requests. Now, I would only have to face the facts when she finally rated the diary.

She did rate the diary and documented her official rating here. I scored a meager 75, but, in the end, I knew it really didn’t matter. I had faced the challenge. There are few diaries out there brave enough to face the world renowned Ice Angel-Rater. That I was brave enough makes me realize what a special diary this is.