When I was younger I was a very difficult student. Throughout pre school and junior kindergarten I found it challenging to do school work and sit still, so my mom decided to homeschool me. From what I could remember it was really beneficial for me. I could have breakfast with my mom and we would learn together and she would make it fun and so much more enjoyable, until “journaling” time. My mom believes that the best form of communication and self expression is through writing, whether that be a letter or a journal or even making lists, my mom was very keen on writing. So, at the end of each day I would reflect on my day and talk about my favorite part of the day or if I did something wrong why I did it, but iI did NOT enjoy it. I didn't …show more content…
At the end of the semester we finished blogging and the feeling of ending my blogging experience was bittersweet for me. I was excited at the idea of finishing the school year but really missed blogging. I just let it go and continued on with my summer. Shortly into the summer i found myself journalling again. Surprisingly I looked forward to coming home at the end of the day and writing all my feelings down and just having an open space to pour out all my feelings, no one to judge me and i didn't have to feel guilty for what i said or make sense of it all, it was just the perfect outlet for all my stress. I continues to journal throughout the school year and even do now but, around may-june of this year when I started a new blog. I began with my template and colors and set up and my graphics and slowly began to start it all up again and it felt so good, such a familiar, warm feeling. I was able to express myself through certain categories and i could design this entire website all to myself and make it all to my tastes, could write about what i want and how i want, i was able to easily write and just say whatever i
But this quarter changed everything. I learned to write like Stacy, not like Ms. Molitor (my high school teacher). I left the O.S. for just a little bit. I know that I'll end up using it for other classes and in other situations, but at least now I know that it has a place, and that place isn't _everywhere_.
For all four years of my high school career, my dad doubled as my English teacher. When I was a junior, we completed a project that he created and titled our "Carpe Diem Journal." In this journal, we had to include: written advice from our family members and friends, a bucket list, five of our favorite memories written in detail, five tributes to people who have influenced us, a letter to one of these people, and our tentative plans for the future. I can remember spending hours in his classroom looking at the older students' journals, usually decorated creatively and full of sweet advice and funny bucket list objectives. So, when I finally got the chance to make my own, I embraced it and thought about my sources of happiness, both in the past,
“I believe that I’m at least competent as a writer as I can usually fluidly express ideas, but those technical skills will be even further crucial once I enter college and the adult world. The sooner I can learn these skills to better my writing, the better prepared I’ll be for any writing situation I find myself in the future.” When I entered the class of Front Range Composition on January 10th, I was armed only with my expectations of what I hoped to learn and the basic writing knowledge I had gained from other classes. Writing had never been my strong suit in my academic years, but I was capable enough to work my way through and still pull off an A in the class. Not this class.
As the year continued on I made new friends and also started to realize that who I was before and who I was then wasn’t the person that I truly was. I went and tried to figure out who I truly was and that was one of the hardest things for me to do. After Christmas break, I decided I just didn’t want to be known as the smart one or the quiet and shy one, so I decided to start trying
Blog postings are most likely not in the cards anymore, which is probably for the better, but I am excited to see where this songwriting path will take me. As Elbow says, “Maybe you don’t like your voice; maybe people have made fun of it. But it’s the only voice you’ve got. It’s your only source of power.” (“Freewriting”
Journaling is a past-time long forgotten. Finding time to write everyday presents a challenge for many, and so does finding a topic to write about when a mundane day passes. Because of this, most people choose to bypass journaling; however, I have recently rediscovered the purpose of recording my every day shenanigans. Just a week ago I noticed a small notebook hiding behind a few unread books while I was cleaning my bookshelves. As I pulled it from its little nook, it registered in my brain what its contents held. Opening the book was like time-travelling back to my first day at the high school. The words made me cringe consistently, and I began to comprehend how much I have changed since freshman year. I have grown a tremendous amount physically and emotionally, and I can only expect the same to happen in the following four years at college.
I love writing now but during my early years I really hated it because of that writing practice. 2) Thinking of a time that really was a turning point for me was in the last summer. I got a letter in the mail with information about a travel opportunity. I was automatically intrigued when i was the destination was Washington, D.C.
Writing is something that is intoxicating to me. When I write, my current problems disappear, and all of my focus turns to the stories my brain is itching to let free. At times writing becomes a coping mechanism for when it is a necessity to divert my attention away from my own mental anguish. From a young age reality is something that I have tried my best to avoid, due to the fact that I have had to live with a Generalized Anxiety Disorder. As a child the real world seemed entirely too frightening for me, so all of my attention turned towards fantasy.
Writing become like a very very difficult chore that I'm forced to do when I do not care for the topic I'm being told to write about, but when it comes to blogging I'm able o write about anything I want I have the freedom to just express my thoughts without having to worry about not knowing what to talk about because I do not like the topic, it is the exact opposite of that. When I'm putting up a new blog I look forward to writing. Some of the bloggers that inspired me to start my own blog were ( ) after looking through there blogs and reading them I just knew I really really wanted to start one. Fashion blogging came into my life through Instagram and by the inspiration of other fashion bloggers.
Journaling is a well-known way to relieve stress and increase our personal health. Then why do we want to do it when there is only available time? Before you leave right now saying that I'm out of my mind, I don't have the time. I ask for your patience. This really is not about having a time shortage it's about priorities. The real question is: Do you live your life trying to catch up? On the other hand, "Do you want to be a star in your own life?"
I began waking up in the middle of the night frantically rushing around my house thinking that I was late for school and trying to find time to finish my homework that was still incomplete before class started. I was a mess, I was no longer studying, and my grades were starting to show it. My life became all about work and I was constantly exhausted. I knew I had taken on too much, but because the school year was almost over I wanted to ride it out. In June, my Junior year had finally come to a close and I could not have been more grateful for summer
Instead, I took tons of fun in it. One night, which I clearly remembered, at the age of 9, I started writing my first novel. After that, I wrote every singer day for four years before I entered middle school. That was the peak in my writing experience, a time I read most, wrote most, enjoyed writing most, and a time that I dreamed of becoming a writer.
Most of the time I felt as if I learned nothing, and thought that I probably repeated the same mistakes in paper after paper. However, when I went back to read a paper I wrote during freshman year I realized that my writing had vastly improved compared to my writing in senior year. It showed that I progressed in leaps and bounds throughout high school, even if I didn’t realize
Journal entry #12 so far has been my most eye opener on myself and how I want to be. I really had a love and hate relationship for this entry because I see how much my confidence in myself has truly changed but, also shows me how much more I know myself I want to improve in loving me, and being me. I learned that I do really care for myself and my education, as well as believing in my happiness which involves me doing this and starting my college education. My strengths really came out to me in this journal I know I am responsible and organized. I get what I need done and most of the time try to be efficient in my work. I have a personal goal for myself to achieve just for me, I want to raise my grade to an A and make sure to keep up with my
Blogging can offer you an outlet for a little bit of fun because it is conversational and friendly