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Monday, February 25, 2008

Roy Hoffman Essay

There have been a couple of times that I have almost bought a journal to carry in my bag or purse in case there was that one time that I would need it. However, when I look at them I always think to myself the last thing I need is something else to put in my purse, so I put the journal back on the shelf and force myself to walk away. Honestly, the only reason I really want the journal is because I think it is cute, which I know is a very “typical girl” response.

I never have been one to keep a journal. I am not religious at making entries and sometimes it is a month before I write in it again. Then I have so much to put down on paper that I feel I can’t get it written down fast enough, or after a couple of pages I get the “who cares” attitude and just quit. Then my arm and hand always starts to cramp about that point, which is not comfortable at all. Roy Hoffman wrote in his essay that by reading back through his journal entries that he felt he was meeting someone else, like a younger brother. I really liked how he wrote that because I never saw it that way. Whenever I would make journal entry I would read the previous one and it was indeed like reading a story about me or something. By reading this essay it reminded me of something I did in school once.

When I was in seventh grade we made a little time capsule thing. Everyone filled out this paper that asked us what our favorite song was, who was our best friend, what was the fashion trend of that year, and so forth. We also included notes, pictures, drawings and whatever else we wanted to put in there. The teachers put them back in our files or something to hold on to then for us. When we graduated from high school they gave them back to us. To be honest, I had completely forgotten about the project. When I opened the package I was so surprised. Just my handwriting had changed so much that I couldn’t even recognize it. I couldn’t believe how much I had changed in just four years. My favorite song had changed, of course, and even my best friend was different.

After reading this essay I think I will get a small journal to carry with me so I can record my thoughts and observations, and look back at them at a later time and see how much I have grown and improved, whether it be just my writing or my hairstyle.

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