Dear Diary, The Wall Is Killing Me

I am a scholar and I am building the Great Wall of China. I never thought I would be working on this thing. It all started when the First Emperor burned all my hardworked books. I only get enough food to stay alive, so I get like, one meal a day. Yes, I am a slave. I don't get paid for building this thing, so I'm part of something called slave labor. I worked all day and only get to rest a bit at night. I have to work in sun, rain, snow, or whatever the weather is. I don't get free time,(SO unfair!) and I DO NOT like working on the Great Wall. My family is back home, and I miss them so much. My friend died, and was buried inside the wall. She died because she caught the plague, and I miss her a lot. I was almost done for when a brick almost fell on my head. Now, you are gonna whip when you read this: when I was working on the wall, I could see children, teenagers, adults, elderly: people of all ages working on the wall. So, for me, I don't like working on the wall cause it's hard work, but I'm glad that no more of those big old Mongols will invade our country now. I have survived working on the Great Wall, and I survived to see the Great Wall again, completed, finished, and still standing to this very day.