I wrote down the most tragic thing to ever happen to me in my diary when I was only nine years old. I had been home alone with my ninety-year-old great grandmother, who I called Juju, for the night while my grandmother and aunt went to a business dinner. She told me she was going to bed so I decided to watch television in the living room on the other side of the house. As the night went on, I heard this weird, eerie, tapping noise and I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I was scared and nervous that someone was breaking into the house so I decided to stay in the living room and hide myself. It took me a while to get the courage to see where the noise was coming from but, when I finally found the tapping, my whole night changed.
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She told me that the more I write, the better I will be. I wrote about seeing snow for the first time and I described the icy cold feeling of building a snowman. I described the adventure of dog sledding down a steep mountain and the cold breeze I felt while I was ice fishing. Who else can say they went to Alaska and kept a journal about everything they did when they were thirteen? My grandmother made me realize that the best part of documenting your vacations and special moments is that you can relive them whenever you want. Just turn to any page and you can take that family trip all over …show more content…
I sit at my computer every night and write about my day. Starting college is a complicated and challenging experience, so talking about my day really helps me to stay calm. Moving away from home for the first time was a scary but exciting experience for me. I ask myself questions nightly, trying to dig deep inside to find the answers. Like, how can I be a better roommate? Should I have eaten what I did for dinner? What is the best way to meet new people? Some nights, I answer questions from previous entries, maybe even changing some my mind on what I earlier thought. It’s alright, I know there are no wrong questions or answers. Right now, my blog is private and for my eyes only. But maybe, one day, I’ll let the world get an inside look into my life. Who knows, it might become a best selling
She told me that the more I write, the better I will be. I wrote about seeing snow for the first time and I described the icy cold feeling of building a snowman. I described the adventure of dog sledding down a steep mountain and the cold breeze I felt while I was ice fishing. Who else can say they went to Alaska and kept a journal about everything they did when they were thirteen? My grandmother made me realize that the best part of documenting your vacations and special moments is that you can relive them whenever you want. Just turn to any page and you can take that family trip all over …show more content…
I sit at my computer every night and write about my day. Starting college is a complicated and challenging experience, so talking about my day really helps me to stay calm. Moving away from home for the first time was a scary but exciting experience for me. I ask myself questions nightly, trying to dig deep inside to find the answers. Like, how can I be a better roommate? Should I have eaten what I did for dinner? What is the best way to meet new people? Some nights, I answer questions from previous entries, maybe even changing some my mind on what I earlier thought. It’s alright, I know there are no wrong questions or answers. Right now, my blog is private and for my eyes only. But maybe, one day, I’ll let the world get an inside look into my life. Who knows, it might become a best selling