• Sept. 10- Sentenced
    My life sucks. I didn’t do anything, yet I was sentenced to write this stupid journal every week. I hope that no one suffers the misfortune of having to read this, writing it is almost unbearable.
    I know what you’re thinking, why write it if you hate doing it? Well I didn’t really want to, my guidance counselor told me to. I really don’t know what the big deal is, I wasn’t bothering anyone, actually I was minding my own business in class, not talking or disturbing the class, just doing my work and waiting for the end of the day. My biology teacher thinks that I have a problem when I choose to work alone instead of with a partner. She keeps sending me to guidance; like I need “guidance,” I’m not lost or in trouble… I just choose to stay in my own world.
    Well, I went to his office and he asked me why I always kept to myself. I told him that I just found everyone else to be boring… not worth my time. I wanted to keep my ideas, my thoughts to myself. He asked why I wanted to keep my ideas and thoughts to myself. I told him that people would laugh if they knew what I thought, what I dreamed. He just handed me this journal and told me to write my thoughts down seeing as I wouldn’t share them out loud. He told me to write at least 3 paragraphs every week and show him every month. Looks like I have this week covered.