I have never considered posting my own thoughts on a page that can be accessed by anyone. There are, of course, the Myspace and Facebook, but I never became interested in those as my friends have. However, I have an Uncle who has encouraged me to write my thoughts and experiences. I am not sure how this will change or help anyone, but it just might help me.
I have tried to keep journals throughout my life, but I only write in them for a few weeks before I completely forget about it. Hopefully, with a blog writing will not seem to be such a chore. This could be because I have grown up in a society focused on computers. I can type faster and more fluently than I could ever dream of doing with a pen.
School does not help with this dependency on computers due to the fact that none of our papers can be hand written. There are certain criteria’s that must be met from font to headings to numbering. It is all rather annoying, why can’t anything be hand written anymore?
This question is answered simply; the teachers can no longer read their students handwriting. I remember my great-grandmothers handwriting. It was lovely, better than any printer. She had classes distinctly for handwriting. They received grades for it! Image how many people would fail this calss in high school if this became a standard. Why isn't handwriting taught well at younger ages, instead of saying “good enough” just so little Billy’s feelings do not get hurt.
Now that I have gotten completely off topic, allow me to go back to my point. This blog will help me remember my ideas and dreams these last two years of my high school career. I want to preserve them so I do not forget them when I am caught in the whirlwind called college. I want to go back and see my changes and see if any of my old dreams have come true.
I have tried to keep journals throughout my life, but I only write in them for a few weeks before I completely forget about it. Hopefully, with a blog writing will not seem to be such a chore. This could be because I have grown up in a society focused on computers. I can type faster and more fluently than I could ever dream of doing with a pen.
School does not help with this dependency on computers due to the fact that none of our papers can be hand written. There are certain criteria’s that must be met from font to headings to numbering. It is all rather annoying, why can’t anything be hand written anymore?
This question is answered simply; the teachers can no longer read their students handwriting. I remember my great-grandmothers handwriting. It was lovely, better than any printer. She had classes distinctly for handwriting. They received grades for it! Image how many people would fail this calss in high school if this became a standard. Why isn't handwriting taught well at younger ages, instead of saying “good enough” just so little Billy’s feelings do not get hurt.
Now that I have gotten completely off topic, allow me to go back to my point. This blog will help me remember my ideas and dreams these last two years of my high school career. I want to preserve them so I do not forget them when I am caught in the whirlwind called college. I want to go back and see my changes and see if any of my old dreams have come true.
1 comment:
A very nice start Samantha. Expressing your thoughts and feelings about life's journey is extremely helpful to others. Our humanity and the elusive qualities that distinguish our presence in this universe are best expressed in the joy, sadness, hopes, fears and and the full range of experiences that elict them.
People who read your blog will feel a kinship, a connectedness, with you and with others when you honestly and genuinely describe the wellspring of your emotions. As we drop the superficial banter that keeps others at a distance and reveal the rhythms of our heart, barriers to self-knowledge are lifted as well.
Your aunt and I will read your blog faithfully; we are extremely interested in hearing about your experiences during the next few years. It is good practice for your first novel.
We love you.
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