My Diary Entries Essay

In 1775, Freeborn Garrettson had a similar mystical experience. “In the night I went to bed as usual, and slept till day break: just as I awoke, I was alarmed by an awful voice, ‘Awake, sinner, for you are not prepared to die.’ This was strongly impressed on my mind, as if it had been a human voice

When I was 7 years old I attended a funeral for my great grandfather. He was 105, and had lived a full life. I wasn’t very close to him but seeing him in the casket was so odd and he looked like an alien. I was a curious child so I stood in front of the casket just observing the body and glancing around at the sadness that this room was filled with. My uncle joined me and asked me if I had said spoken to my great grandfather. I just looked up at him and said “No, he is dead”, since I was pretty certain dead people didn’t talk anymore. Well, he proceeded to tell me that if I asked him a question, my great grandfather would indeed respond. I didn’t ask since I was already scared at this point. My uncle did for me, he asked, “Grandpa, if you

A vision around the time that my Dad had passed away due to cancer! It involved of a beautiful ghost

In the novel The Diary of a Young Girl written by Anne Frank, Anne was a jewish girl living in the age of World War Two. She faced all kinds of adversity as she transitioned into a new life of hiding and survival. It is truly remarkable that a young woman was able to handle this adversity at such a young age.

As a child my mother would take me to the town cemetery on Decoration Day. My father was supposedly laid to rest there after dying in the American-Philippine War. She would tell me fantastical stories of how my father slayed dragons for our country. Before being slain himself. I used to believe I could bring him back to life. By decorating his grave with all the flowers my arms could

As soon as Bifur, Bofur, Thorin and I entered the hobbit hole we were in a heap on the floor, me being on top. Poor Thorin for he was on the bottom. As soon as we were all right side up everyone was requesting their meal of choice and so of course I offered up pork-pie and salad because I was extremely hungry after the trip here. Oh you should have the seen that small creature prancing all over the place trying to serve us. I took pity on him because it is quite a chore to feed 14 hungry men. After being served my brothers and I talked and talked because it had been a while since our last get together, and I of course indulged in the endless amounts of goodies. If you have ever seen my belly you would understand that when it comes to food I don’t play around. At last it seemed the food had run out, sadly, so we began to clean up. I’m proud to say that my duty was to clear off all

God, through his perfect plan for my life, has timing and reason for everything that has happened and will happen in my life.

We had war over the throne and she underestimates me. The great battle lasted for three days, furiously battling hard. The last of my best soldiers fallen and my sister rebels “victory” I shouted back “Yes, Victory for my not yours” Then she charged at me.


Imagine a time when the Arctic ice sinks. In the snow, she rises a heroine who wins the battle of the last mage tribe in Greenland, saves humankind, and makes sacrifices.

I don’t know. I just don’t know what I should do. Father says that I have to join the Sons of Liberty, but I’m not sure that I want to. He says that they fight for a independence, freedom, and not having taxes. I don’t know much about taxes but, I have noticed that ever since they have gone into place, we haven’t had much food anymore. The conversation at dinner tonight got more tense than regular. Father said that tomorrow night we are going to have to give up our beds to British soldiers. I don’t want to give up my room to our enemy. Father says that we also have to feed them as well. We wouldn’t have any food left. Father then said that we were either going to leave our house and move so far west that the soldiers couldn’t

My life has been a crazy roller coaster with many events that have affected my life all in different ways. There have been times where my life has been at its highest peak in the world then it falls down, right into a deep valley. From the time my lovable younger sister came into my life to when my grandpa had a near death experience, I have learned many valuable lessons through the rough times as well as the more happy times. When I was a young girl, my mom had always told me the same thing over and over again. I never really thought about how a few words would have a deep effect on me in a short amount of time.

my time as a young child, I remember the good and the bad the happy

Memories of a Personal Event The door slammed shut. I wasn't sure what I was going to hear. To be

As a very small child I don’t remember too much, but the things that I do remember were seen through a child’s eyes that has made me the person that I am today and I will always have those memory’s with me until my last breath on this earth. In this essay I intend to show how my childhood and adult life to this point has influenced my life, my journey. By utilizing the adult development theories from this class I also intend on showing how they relate to my Life experiences and where I am today as an Adult student.

Sitting in a car as it hurtled through the freezing night, my heart pounded in my chest. Breaking the silence, the stranger beside me barked. ‘Be good, be quiet!’ He told me the boot had been cleaned out for me, so I was terrified. I faced the real possibility I was going to die. Up until this point I’d been a typically shy, quiet 13-year-old girl. It wasn’t until I started using online chat rooms with friends that I found a confidence I didn’t have before. Tapping away in my living room, my mum nearby, I felt incredibly safe. I had no reason to believe it would lead to the most traumatic experience of my life. Chatting to friends and then friends of friends is how I met ‘him’. Now I refuse to use his name, he is a monster to me. Back then, of course, as far as I was concerned he was just this boy into the Spice Girls and Titanic, like me. I didn’t know I was being groomed. He always listened and said what I wanted to hear: ‘Your teacher is stupid,’ or, ‘Why tidy your room when it’s your mum’s job?’ Soon I was spending hours online oblivious to the danger ahead. t was New Year’s Day 2002 that I’d secretly arranged to meet him. After dinner, I said I had a stomach ache and left the table. At 7pm, I nipped outside in the cold without a coat. I didn’t plan to be out for long. Walking up my street, a voice kicked in. My intuition told me to go home, but it was eight months too late. As I turned, I heard my name being called. There was no boy there, it was a man. The next part is