Week 1, Part 3 Prompt 3 **EDITED**

            Being alone is not something that happens very often. My life is constantly busy, on the go, running around. Alone time is something that I am rarely blessed with time to myself. Sometimes I find myself thinking, “Wow, this is really nice, I should cut back on my busy life and enjoy myself.” Getting to this point is probably being alone in my car while driving to work, class and my boyfriend’s house. Also, lying in my bed at night. These are pretty much the only times I am alone in my life.

EDITED VERSION

            The room is cold, quiet and somber. The rain is pouring down outside and the clouds are covering the sun; the only light in the room is coming from the muted TV. She sits there silently on the couch wondering how the world can be such a cruel, yet beautiful place. To her right she sees the soft raindrops rippling the calm lake outside, yet to her right she sees a television flashing clips of war scenes and economy crisis’.  She chooses to keep looking out the window.  She sees trees across the lake, swaying in the light breeze being soaked in rain. It really is a beautiful scene she thinks to herself. 

Week 1, Part 3. Prompts: Know thyself... Prompt 2

            I’m sitting in a quiet room with no one around. Having the peace and serenity is nice but seeing faces is also nice too. I tend to stare at objects/people so with no one around my eyes can wander feverishly without anyone judging me. I like to look at the details in things. If I were to leave my bedroom and someone asked me to tell them exactly what it looks like I could tell them every detail from the giant poster on my wall to the splat of paint on the baseboard that was the result of a five dollar paint job done by my brother. Attention to detail is important to me and I certainly use my eyes more than any other sense, as many probably do also.

Week 1, Part 3. Prompts: Know thyself... Prompt 1

            Being by myself with no one to talk to is deadly when it comes to my imagination. My mind races about everything that has happened during the day, or what I need to do later. I hardly think about the “now”. Often times I find myself sitting silently just thinking about everything I need to fix. This is where the deadly part comes in. I am never satisfied with anything including myself. I am my own worst enemy when it comes to negative thinking. I am generally pretty positive in regards to others, but by myself I am always comparing myself to things/people and wondering how I can get better at well, everything. It isn’t good to sit alone in a quiet room.

Week 1, Part 2. Theme: Know thyself... know thyself?

Journal Entry 1

Waking up for school in the morning is extremely difficult for me. Knowing that I have to go to class and spend my day listening to teachers ramble on about things is just annoying. It is quite funny that I find class to be so irritating especially considering that I want to be an English teacher. Maybe I should try and look at class in a different light.

Classes wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have to wake up early in the morning. I think the worst part about them is sitting there counting the seconds until I get to come home. I think this is why I like online classes so much. When I become a teacher I’m going to try my hardest to make my classes fun for everyone.

P.s. I'm not sure if this is done correctly, please forgive me if I've messed up my first journal entry.

Week 1, Part 1. Writer's autobiography as a writer

My mind raced as I sat looking at the blank sheet of paper in front of me. How am I going to write three pages over such a simple topic? My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the thought of actually having to pick up the pencil and start writing words on the blue lined paper.

You love to write but you have a hard time thinking of things to write about. You can sit in a chair for what seems like an eternity and still have no creative juices flowing.  Trying to think of ideas to write about really makes your blood boil. Knowing that you are timed only makes you want to scream even more.

She sat there silent in her chair watching the seconds tick away on the platter-sized clock that hung from the blinding yellow wall. She had started to ponder what she should write about after realizing her time limit was wasting away. After 10 minutes of silent arguments with herself, she decided that she would write about her future.