Journal

Last year during our English 9 class, our wonderful teacher gave us the opportunity to write in our journals everyday. She always gave us a prompt, but we were allowed to write what we wanted to. She was the only other person that was able to read the journal, which gave us a sense of privacy as well as a sense of security. I absolutely loved journaling. I told myself that I would keep a journal over the summer, but failed to do so. We journal everyday in World Cultures, but that is different, we are forced to write about an article in the newspaper. Do you know how difficult it is to put a creative spin on a paraphrased article about the presidential debate, tax raises, or the recent Lincoln scam/scandal? VERY DIFFICULT! My teacher even told me that my journals were too opinionated. THAT IS THE PURPOSE OF A JOURNAL! (end rant... anyway, back on planet earth)

Recently I reread my English journal; I laughed and cried along as the journal told the story of my freshman year all over again. I cried over the entries that described recent arguments/tensions between me and my friends; as much as I wanted to punch them in the face sometimes, I would gladly take their annoying/insulting comments and actions over being separated from them. I cried over the entries about moving; I laughed at the entries that described funny situations that happened. I laughed about one of my pathetic poems that I only showed Syd. (She knows exactly which one I am talking about...). Most of all, I saw change over the year, I went from being a dumb, dramatic, immature blonde freshman to a... oh wait... never mind nothing changed.

I have decided to start journaling again, I will do it before I go to bed, so I can describe the events of the day in utmost detail. I won't give myself any sort of prompt; I will just describe what is on my mind. Knowing me and my lack of attention to things like this, it probably won't get done every night, but I will try hard to make sure it happens.