My Thoughts On My Life

It was dark whenever I woke up from my slumber. I was a very heavy sleeper so I knew that someone or something had woken me up. Looking around my room, I noticed a small glint of metal coming from across the room. I suspected it was just a necklace or something catching light from the full moon outside. Then, I fell back asleep without a care in the world. Suddenly I was jolted awake by the sound of a muffled voice saying "Hurry! Knock him out before he hears us!" Then I felt a large pain my arm from a needle and fell into a drug-induced sleep.

I wake up suddenly wake up and forget where I was. I freak out and looked over at

I dreamt of death. Violent images of maimed humans surfaced, their mouths gaping open, skin clammy with sweat and eyes staring up at nothing. The bony skulls of my family grinned at me through the blackness. I still remembered that dead blank look in my parents' eyes. The gurgle that they made as they collapsed in a heap on the floor. With a shudder, I dragged myself from going through the torture of relieving everything over

My body slowly responds as I become aware of my surroundings. My fingers curl around soft bed sheets and I vaguely hear the sound of clinking pots and humming. To get away from the sound, I turn my body over and get a face full of couch cushion. For a second, I can’t breathe and I’m transported back to the horrors of my escape. Paul’s hands are around my throat. Glassy eyes staring up at me in a pool of red blood. I’m choking on floating hair, dead limbs, and water. There’s so much water I can’t seem to get a breath. If I go to the surface I’m dead. Water swirls around me and then all is black. I sit up with a gasp of air.

Dear diary, ug that sound so cheesy! I normally don't write a journal, but what happened i just had to write down. For one and a half weeks i have been at sleep-away girl scout camp. We had just finished a long day bouldering at rattle snake gorge and I was ready for bed! All i wanted was a good undisturbed night's sleep. But no, it had to come. But i'm getting ahead of myself. It all started when i woke up to a soft thud. At first i assumed someone was going to the bathroom. But when i looked around i saw a tall shadowy creature. It was 7 ft tall pure black with glowing amber eyes. Each of its fingers were three feet long and dripped who knows what. It looked me in the eyes and and more in my head than out loud, “can

I return home from a long day, feeling weary and exhausted. I amble to my bedroom, my legs barely able to hold me up. As my eyes start to feel heavy and my body starts to feel weak, I reach over to my lamp and flip a switch. My room turns into a pitch black box of darkness, and I lay on my bed peacefully. My breathing starts to slow down and my eyes close, leading me to the path of dreams as I fall asleep.

My breathing started becoming more and more difficult. It was like I didn't have the energy to breath. I had never felt anything like this before. All of the sudden the shaking stopped but the breathing got worse. People on the beach then started noticing and they started running closer. I couldn't see much because my vision seemed blurry and again in slow motion. All I could hear at that moment was the life guard yell "Its been 40 minutes in the water get her out now!" Then once every bone in my body hurt I fell into the water. The crew member under the water grabbed me and pulled me on the surfboard. It backs sort of ironic because this is how the scene we were previously filming went as well. The director for the last time asked me "Are you ok." The word I had been waiting to say finally came out of my mouth

I see my life flash before my eyes as i plummet down to the boundless ocean, but as i just about hit i feel something sharp grabbing me. i start moving farther and farther away from my certain death.

I opened up my eyes to a blank white celling. I guess me dying wasn’t reality. I tried to get up but I was restrained. My hands were tied and so were my feet. I pounded until I heard someone walk into the room.

What do you think about in your daily life? Do you think about how lucky you are to have a family who loves and cares for you? Maybe you think about how you are well off and have everything under control with no uncertainty. Or you could be blind sided form those thoughts and could have other reflections like how nothing is ever working out for you or how you always have bad fortune. And you never really think about how life could be worse because you are so focused on wanting just one positive thing to happen to you. People who think like this will soon hopefully realize what they actually have that makes them happy.

Through my whole life I had always been told college was going to be hard. I kept that in mind while choosing classes. I came across women’s studies and instantly thought I knew so much about it that I could take that class and easily do well. I registered for the class and then thought about how the class really had nothing to do with my major. We were probably just going to talk about the history of the women’s rights movements and feminism. I thought about dropping the class seeing as there was really no way to apply the class to an astronomy degree. Now that we are almost done with the semester I realize that this class is interdisciplinary. It does not directly apply to my major, but it applies to my life. I have come to realize things that I have seen in the world and how much it impacts myself and the people around me. This class has had such a positive impact on my life in changing the way I think talk and act in and out of the classroom. I related my life to many topics that we covered in class. From talking about media image to sexual violence and then tying everything to larger issues, the class has covered a plethora of topics that I encounter in everyday life.

Entry 1. I didn’t have a goal coming into class at first, but after hurting my toe over the weekend I decided that I would focus on doing my best at physical activities in spite of it. While I had some trouble with the walking and running portions of the exercises, I was mostly successful at completing them all. Also, during the warm up exercises I’ve started to be able to relax my body more, I can now feel my upper arms start to touch the floor when I’m laying down instead of just my hands, shoulders and elbows. This class involved doing some word association games in addition to more work on our open scenes. I didn’t perform any open scenes in front of the class but I did do a few recitals of it with a partner, including with some circumstances given to us by the professor. While previously I found that I was very good at imagining my own circumstances for the scene and acting on those, I feel that I don’t do quite as well when being directed. I think that in the future it will be important for me to learn to naturally use the circumstances I am given in my acting.

When reflecting on our lives it is clear to see how different circumstances have molded us into the person that we are today. While we may not understand at the time why this event may happen to us, it is a part of our growth. Dealing with pain that wants to consume everything that makes us unique, we have to find the strength from within to deal with it. Taking a sociology class helps an individual to have a better understanding of what they have been through and why it might have happen to them. Social class, race and gender play a part in the experiences that someone has to deal with throughout their life. In this paper, I am going to reflect on how these three different status have affected my growth and understanding as a person.

I'm sitting on my couch trying to keep my head up as I stare at the string notebook on my lap that I call a "journal". I have been writing my never ending thoughts for four months now. Thoughts that I cannot discuss with anyone else, ever. Thoughts that I fear if it escaped my lips would change my life forever. Yet, I'm unsure if it hasn't already. In this journal, I intended to write about the events that have occurred in my daily life. At least, that's what I twelve to do. however, that isn't the case at all. This journal became the outlet for my overflowing thoughts and emotions about a boy I met this summer who has changed my life into a complete three hundred sixty.

Everyone has their own unique beliefs and motives that push them through their lives. I have many different beliefs instilled in me that mold my day to day life. These beliefs have been formed either by learning from my parents, or by personal experiences. One major conviction of mine is the pursuit of happiness. There are many ways to strive for happiness, and all people are unique in the fact that no one shares the same goals. My happiness comes from a core of beliefs. Religion is an extremely important part of my life, and I can thank my mother and father for that. Another belief of mine is that hard work pays off; in many situations I have been shown that a good work ethic goes a long way in being successful. I also believe in being an optimist throughout life’s trials and tribulations. Many things can upset me in day to day experiences; however, I believe it to be crucial to obtain a joyous attitude. These beliefs have become priorities to me and carry me through my life, and help me to succeed.