My First Journal Entry

It is the next day, I’m walking back to the river and I’m being EXTRA careful like dad said to do. Although I still feel like I’m being watched. I see him!!! “Hello you there yes you hey who are you”? “Hi I’m James I’m from New England”! As I look at him in shock I knew I was not supposed to be anywhere near them, but I’m talking

“For God’s sake, Chris! The whole world is watching. We can’t just let him die in front of a live audience!”-Network Executive

Reading Jhumpa Lahiri’s essay, My Two Live, I got that the author, as an Indian-American, tried to define herself throughout her whole life. The changing of her feeling for her identity and the death of her parents and her bicultural experience changed her feeling for her identity from humiliating to confusing to accepting to cherishing. Lahiri wanted convey us that the bicultural things can be seen as a shifting equation and she used “one plus one” for instances. Basically, I agree with her notion. However, in my opinion, the result of the equation is not just zero or two. It should be equal three or even bigger, when you really understand your great nation, United State of America.

Said. I really start second guessing about this like if we was back in are own citie we would have been sold about a dozen cookies by now. As we keep walking we come up on this house that was like really strange cause it had like a whole lot of cats in the front yard. I was so scared to go up there so i just let j.j. Go up there it was and old black lady that whore a sleeping gown. She was the first person we sold cookies to since we been in jaytown. We coutine walking to the next door and its these 4 guys that looked like they was about 18 or 19. We being walking fast with are heads down one guys has a develition grin on his

A year ago, a decided to visit a couple of old friends back in Orlando, Florida. This was supposed to be a fairly innocent trip, but with no parents to guide me in the right direction, it was obvious that things were about to get interesting.

For my twelfth grade Senior Capstone project, I am choosing to do my internship in the field of neurology and neuroscience, with an additional focus on medication and therapy for neurodegenerative diseases. My initial interest in this topic is admittedly quite embarrassing; while flipping through channels one night, I found myself mildly piqued by the (heavily glamorized) TV show Criminal Minds and soon I was following the series religiously and developed an interest in “psychology”. I was able to gain more understanding of this topic when I attended the Duke TIP program the summer before my ninth grade year, delving briefly into criminal psychology and the law. I then spent the rest of that summer volunteering

As Chandler and Sharon were leading the group toward the area of the supposed crash site, Brenda Brotzman made a comment about their current condition. “I can’t believe we’re going on a little camping trip at a miserable time like this. Everything’s is feeling a lot like back home,” she complained.

1. Describe what you did. This does not mean that you copy and paste from what you have posted or the assignments you have prepared. You need to describe what you did and how you did it.

This was my second time outside a Gentleman’s Club. Gladly, I was with the company of my friend Karina, and our boyfriends. I was nervous, just like the first time. The difference was that this time I could not run away. After getting in the club, the first thing I could see was a woman dancing on a pole. We all went directly to the bar. Karina and her boyfriend watched a dance from short distance and interacted with some women. I stayed at the bar with my boyfriend the whole hour and a half, just watching everything from a distance.

It was the first Monday of summer break I was scheduled to go out with Haley at 12:00 pm so we could have a girls day. It was about 11:30 when Haley arrived at my house to pick me up so I finished getting ready and we went out to Larose’s for lunch at LaRosa’s Pizzeria. By the time we got there is was 12:00 pm and we waited to order. While we were waiting there were three men in black that sat at the table next to us. Haley and I were talking about our plans for the weekend to see if we wanted to have a girls weekend instead of one day. The three young men that were next to us started talking about a building and it seemed interesting so Haley and I decided that we should listen to see where the building is. One of the young men said “ Yeah that building on the North block of Subway Street it's amazing. We used to go in it every Friday night to have our building block party.”

“A journal without a beginning would certainly not be very interesting,” the self-aware Emily Beeler Fletcher noted as she began her first journal on May 11th, 1863. Mrs. Beeler Fletcher would continue to be self-aware as she wrote three other journals that spanned from May 1863 to February 1870. She chastises herself throughout the journals for not writing consistently or in beautiful phrasing. She notes that she started these journals to both improve her writing and to help her remember events that happen in her life. This goal, stated from the beginning, reflects her determination to do everything to the best of her ability for she had a reputation to uphold. This ideology will also inform her philanthropic work during and after the Civil War as a typical higher class woman in Indianapolis.

Across the hall, I could see my closet and I thought why not just see what dress I’ll wear when I do go? Out of my closet, I pulled out a gorgeous burgundy dress and slipped it over my head. As I stared in the mirror, I made the conscious decision and go check it out. As I parked my car and began walking over to the new club, I felt fierce and unstoppable with undeniable confidence. After I passed the bouncers at the door, I instantly made eye contact with him. He was standing across the dance floor and lights flashed rapidly in between us. I held the eye contact til I got to the bar and ordered a drink for myself. A gently touch on my shoulder assured me I was in the right place at the right time. He introduced himself and I had butterflies just speaking with him. As I glanced around the crowded room, I made startling eye contact with a girl I knew was staring at me with determination. Ignoring my gut feeling that something was up, I continued conversation with the guy. As we began to dance I knew I needed to leave because it was already 3 a.m. I slowly slipped out of the crowd to see an exit door near the bathrooms. I opened the door and there was a dimly lit alley way so I began to walk towards the opening to go find my car. I heard car tires so I turned around to suddenly see a familiar face but with a different expression. In the moment, my feet became bricks and my legs wouldn’t move, startled in fear. Within a matter of seconds,

Whether you are brand new to journal writing or you write regularly in your journal there will be a time when you might get stuck on what to write about or what to focus on. What I want to do now is provide you with prompts for journal writing that you can do every day for the next week. Remember that journaling is all about writing out your thoughts and feelings so as you complete each day do your best to connect with how you feel and what you think in your writing. One more tip. Keep your inner critic outside the door when you sit down to write! Okay, let's get going.

A couple of weeks went by and I forgot about the whole encounter with Marcus and Nicole at the snack bar. Nicole called me after the football game and told me, that Shannon and I should meet her at this party. I called Shannon and asked her if she wanted to go to this party. Shannon said she was down to go to the party, hence we went to the party. We get to this party was packed, there was a dj, food, drugs, alcohol,everything you wanted a party to be this party was it, well, I guess it was it for a high school party. As, Shannon and I are walking through this crowded party to find Nicole, Marcus jumps out and says, “Do you remember me? Why haven’t we kicked it yet? I have heard a lot of good things about you”! He continued to say, “Can you and I go outside and talk”? I replied with “ you mean may you and I go outside and talk”? He started laughing and said, “Yay, that’s what I mean”. I said to him, “maybe later”.

One of the best things I've done in my life is that I've constantly kept a dream journal. When I was only 14, I became interested in what dreams meant and ever since then I've taken my dreams very seriously. I use my dreams to help me understand what is going on in my life and what I need to do going forward. If you are not currently keeping a record of your dreams, let me list the reasons why you should take this dream journal challenge and start!