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I don't update this very often, but I hope this journal will be like one of my best friends that I'm so fortunate to have - always there for me even if I'm not there all the time.
I wrote this story that I'm soo incredibly proud of in English a week or so ago. I wrote a chapter in my own autobiography (it's somewhere in the middle), and I wrote 7 and a half pages on an event that lasted probably no more than 4 or 5 hours. Everything flowed, my ideas and the events in my life came together to the focus of my chapter. I love it. I have to say this is the thing I'm most proud about producing ever since I've had to do writing assignments.
I poured out a piece of my soul and left it out there for my whole class to read. Just the thought of how my life could come together as a story that people found interesting to read is amazing. I remember that was a big fundamental change I made after junior year. I listened to all the stories John's dad had, and I thought to myself, 'If my life were a story, would it be worth reading?' That's when I starting doing things that weren't like the old me - sneaking out of the house to go meet a girl I was unbelievable attracted to at her friend's house.
It was foolish of me to think it would turn out the way I imagined it - getting to be close to her and even kissing her! But I kept the optimism alive as a walked through the cold night. It was wet; I remember that, and I heard Tom yell "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MIKE!" That was great too.
Best part of the whole night/ morning -
I got to spend the whole time with the girl that intoxicated me like a billion Stargate episodes put into one. When she laid against my chest and turned to me shyly and said 'I can hear you heart beat' I was hers.
Why did I tell this story? I don't know, really. But it was a story that must be told, because my heart is poured into it.
I wrote this story that I'm soo incredibly proud of in English a week or so ago. I wrote a chapter in my own autobiography (it's somewhere in the middle), and I wrote 7 and a half pages on an event that lasted probably no more than 4 or 5 hours. Everything flowed, my ideas and the events in my life came together to the focus of my chapter. I love it. I have to say this is the thing I'm most proud about producing ever since I've had to do writing assignments.
I poured out a piece of my soul and left it out there for my whole class to read. Just the thought of how my life could come together as a story that people found interesting to read is amazing. I remember that was a big fundamental change I made after junior year. I listened to all the stories John's dad had, and I thought to myself, 'If my life were a story, would it be worth reading?' That's when I starting doing things that weren't like the old me - sneaking out of the house to go meet a girl I was unbelievable attracted to at her friend's house.
It was foolish of me to think it would turn out the way I imagined it - getting to be close to her and even kissing her! But I kept the optimism alive as a walked through the cold night. It was wet; I remember that, and I heard Tom yell "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MIKE!" That was great too.
Best part of the whole night/ morning -
I got to spend the whole time with the girl that intoxicated me like a billion Stargate episodes put into one. When she laid against my chest and turned to me shyly and said 'I can hear you heart beat' I was hers.
Why did I tell this story? I don't know, really. But it was a story that must be told, because my heart is poured into it.