Myself as a writer8: since we are half way through the semester my writing have been confused. I not use to having to keep up with posting blogs every week. I not use to having to type for every piece of writing that we have to. I am technology literate and like to do things the old fashion way. Pen and paper. Not having to keep up with the internet and doing all these wed pages. I must admit it have been overwhelming and taking a while to the speed of things. I feel it has taking away from my writing. I do like all that I am learning in class but it is very challenging. Not saying that it is suppose to easy but I do feel with trying to keep up with dates and deadlines and a lot of multiple styles of writing is a little too much. My writing is not the same as doing one assignment and actually having time to do it and do it right with out worrying about another major assignment. I hope I can keep up to get an good grade in this class. Sometimes I feel like I am the only person with this problem and wish I could get into all of the blogging and being on the compute all time. I get in front of my lad top and go completely blank. I get so frustrated because the writing doesn’t just come to me. I hope I can get over the typing and being on the computer phobia.

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I remember after my high school graduation my mom giving me a journal. She told me to write everything I was feeling at any giving moment. Whatever I was feeling at that time no matter if it was good or bad, write it down and it will all go away. At this time in my life I was expecting my first child. I went through every emotion in the book. So I was were glad to receive this gift.
I wrote in my journal as often as I could. Writing about the changes I would see happening over time. The feelings of another life inside of me. As I look back at some of my entries, I had pretty good descriptive images that Stephanie taught us to in our narritive essays. Quoats like, “when my baby started to move it felt like butterflies fluttering around.” “when he would kick my stomach would bounce like the round soft kick ball we would play with in gym class.” I was fascinated that just by looking through some of my writings in this journal, it would help me with my English assignment.
My journal help me in many through the most difficult times and it was like therapy. Once I wrote how I felt or what I was going through, a release came over me. It was like I was transferring my stress, sadness, happiness, or madness into the pen and it would unleash onto the blank pages. And I love I can always go back and read through it.