Personal Narrative: Somebody Talk Me About The Journal

She affirms that a notebook is totally neither a “factual record” diary with the aim of trying to “dutifully record a day’s events” nor an “instinct for reality. A private notebook is something more than that. The notebook may possess its own mystery, and the author

Hey, are you there? Alright, good; I’ve never done this before so bare with me. My father told me that writing these journals will help me deal with all the daily events. Like running away from cannibals, hiding in fear, and a few other things I’d rather not talk about. He also said that if someone like you ever found this it would help them understand what happened to our surroundings.

“Who thought the baptism water would be as cold as an ice bath?” Much like anyone growing up in Las Vegas, or otherwise known as “Sin City,” we have always been surrounded by people from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Those people are commonly known as “Mormons.” Boy, let me tell you, there are Mormons everywhere in Vegas! There was always something about them that made me interested. There was a light as bright as the sun that always shined from them. They always had a smile on their face, from ear to ear and once you start talking to them I found that they are the nicest people. I then got to know and started hanging out with the Mormons. I then became interested with the religion aspect.

Well it’s not my actual journal I make copies of them to leave around. I still want to have it so I can read it when I’m older. I hope that different people will find the parts of this journal and they have to find each other to put the events in order. When they read this they can find the answers to the questions they have in their own lives Everyday someone somewhere needs someone to talk to and they just don’t have anyone to talk to. So I (this journal which is basically me) will be here. The one thing I love to find in a book is that it transports you into another world and that can be the best comfort in the world. I hope to bring that comfort to

“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry’s room.” — these are the words that framed my childhood. Unlike other children, who were raised to spend time playing outside, I was raised alongside a young British wizard with a scar on his forehead and a penchant for finding trouble. Of course, the adventures of Harry Potter are not actually fact; however, to a boy gleefully resting on his mother’s lap their authenticity was never in question. I can still remember so many things about the way that she would read to me on those lazy Sunday afternoons. Entranced by her soft voice rising and falling as each syllable passed over her lips, I sat and dreamed for endless hours.

Fear, worry, and anxiety captivated me and held me hostage. Academics, family pressures, and the constant overbearing question of the future had torn me apart. The weight of the world swallowed me whole and controlled my every move. Most of all, I feared the failure associated with change. People say that we should welcome change; nonetheless, I still dreaded the future. Life without the security blanket of my closest friends and family frightened me because for the first time, the choices I were to make were all my own. Senior year is meant to be a year of relaxation and preparation for the future; however, my senior year had turned into an internal World War III.

At some point in life, there will be a time when one explores an idea of issue of personal interest in depth. That’s the real starting point since it marks the beginning of a milestone journey. It will open many new doors in one’s life. Nonetheless, with it come great responsibilities. It might sound stupid, but take a moment to really ponder it. I asked myself, “Why do I want to devote my life to a career in medicine?” The answer lies within my junior year of high school.

Hello diary. My name is Michiko Takahashi and I am fifteen years old. I live on a very small farm on the outskirts of Vancouver, British Columbia. I went to Prince of Wales secondary school. I absolutely love photography so there will definitely be photos included in my journal. I have a little sister named Akiko which means ‘bright child’ and a little brother named Kazuhiko which means ‘harmonious prince’. We call him Kiki. My older brother’s name is Daichi which means ‘great wisdom’. I am writing in this diary because I can write whatever I want to, for example, my thoughts and feelings, and nobody can judge me. I can write my opinions and thoughts here without my parents judging me. Sometimes our ideas clash, but I love them anyway.

Further down the road, I kept looking out the window and seeing the green trees passing by while my mom was on the phone and my dad kept driving until we got to our destination. Meanwhile, the car was at a stop, we felt the car move that we actually crashed into the car in front of us and we got rear-ended that contained my head hit from seat to seat that gave me a black

As a young girl growing up the secrets, confessions and stories were endless and became my daily life. I became the open diary that everyone needed, whether it was a family stranger or family .I came from a place where

Entry One- This is the first entry to my new journal I have begun. As my memory continues to deteriorate, one of the nurses at the senior home suggested that I write all my thoughts and events from the day down. Then if I forget about what happened the previous day I can read my journal and know what had happened.

Journal writing contributes to prospect for individuals to reflect on and evaluate their lives, in addition to the occasions and individuals around them (Flood & Phillips, 2007). Occasions and personal involvements are acknowledged in journals with importance positioned on the individual’s replications concerning procedures and the private connotation attributed to them (Flood & Phillips, 2007). Journaling allows individuals to pull on their innate assets and to reinforce inner capabilities (Flood & Phillips, 2007). Brady and Sky (2003) did qualitative research on exploring previous and present journal writing performances of elderly learners with special emphasis on questions of the apparent reimbursements of journaling in the latter years (Flood & Phillips, 2007). Numerous partakers had kept a journal occasionally during their lifetime; furthermore, it was common to restart the rehearsal of keeping a journal since there were life-threatening occurrences happening in their life (Flood & Phillips, 2007). The residents had important feeling to sort out through journaling (Flood & Phillips, 2007). Numerous contributors openly denoted to the quiet time that was essential for journaling and how

My mind has always been full of stories. Countless hours have been spent filling notebooks and the internet with my deepest thoughts. Tales to compel laughter in children, articles addressing the insecurities of young women, and my personal narratives seem to flow through my fingers. Writing is a never-ending reservoir of possibility. However, I was not always so eager to reveal my untold stories. Crafting sentences was uninteresting and a chore to my young self. My mother noticed this view and decided to give me something that changed my mind. The morning that she gifted me a journal was the start of lifelong passion and endless adventure.

This planner wasn’t just the standard agenda that everyone else received, this was laminated in shiny plastic with butterfly page tabs, and all the fairies from Disney’s Tinkerbell on the cover. It was part diary, part planner and a part me at the same time. This activity of expressing my in individuality through writing was unexpected, but it budded into a rich activity that I indulged in constantly. Faith, trust, and pixie dust became the benchmarks for my first journal. It felt different and exciting, but at the same time, intimidating.

I consider it as a mirror in which I see myself every day and try removing my defects. The art of writing diary has also encouraged me for writing on any subject or topic. Today, I have mastered the art of writing. Through writing diary, I have developed freedom of expression, which might not have been possible otherwise. I secure my diary in a hidden place as I prefer not sharing my personal information with others, be it my family. I have developed the thought of writing diary after coming across the book titled ‘Diary of Anne Frank’. After reading the book, I realized that the power of written words helps in expressing feelings more clearly rather than spoken words. I have also encouraged several friends to take up the hobby of writing diary. I am happy that many of them have also made writing diary as their favorite