Our teacher recently asked us to begin a journal documenting our thoughts and feelings. It's because we're reading Walden by Henry David Thoreau, and this is what he does. Only I can guarantee whatever is in this will be much more interesting then what that man wrote about. I mean, he measures ice and how deep the lake is, how boring can you get?

Personally I think this is the dumbest project that we have ever done. Really, I do. And the thing is, our teacher isn't even going to look at them, so what's the point of making them? I have no idea. She says she wants us to write whatever we want to, and she doesn't want to obligate us to share our thoughts with everyone, however "If you so please, you may share an entry with the class. But nobody is obligated to do so. I don't want you to hold back because you're afraid the class will read what you wrote", I do not so please.

She suggested we begin by telling a little bit about ourselves by filling out a Q&A form that she made up. That way if we read this in ten years we can remember things about ourselves. 1) I doubt in ten years I'll forget who I am, and 2) What makes her think I'm going to read this in ten years? Because I'm not, so therefore I am not going to play along and fill out her little form.

-Nadia McConnell

This is our new assignment. Keeping a journal that talks about what we feel or what we thought on a certain day. I can't say I'm too excited about this project, but I'm not having a really wonderful day, and I'm not too excited about anything right now.

Look, I don't want to get into too many details right now, so I'm just going to fill out this questioner and then right more another day.

Name: Peter

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Movie: Cocktail, Top Gun, The Outsiders and Risky Business.

Friends: Nadia, Ivy, Lucas, Matt, Jason, everyone else in our class.

Something you would like to always remember: That feeling I get when I see Jason, wheneverything fits into place and I know it will all be okay.

Favorite Memory: A wonderful day in September, I don't need to go into detail, because I know I will never forget that moment.

Least Favorite: Watching Dad walk out the front door when I was eight and knowing it would be a long time until he would come to visit me.

Favorite Food: Pizza and pasta.

Hobbies: Acting, singing, cooking, and I do enjoy volleyball – it's the only sport that I can half

play.

Alright, well I guess I'll write more tomorrow.

-Peter

This is possibly the easiest school project I've ever had. I already write in a diary every night, so this shouldn't really be too much different from that. So I guess I'll just start where my last diary entry ended. Let's see, I think I was talking about Jason McConnell! I mean that boy is purely the most gorgeous man I've ever scene in my life

I ran into him in the hall, and oh my gosh, I swear that boy has the greatest smile in the world. We started talking and then I started to flirt with him. He seemed either oblivious or he was playing hard to get, I couldn't quiet tell. While we were talking Peter came down the hall and started talking with us. I mean I love Peter, but I swear he has the worse timing.

The best part is there is no major competition for him, and I don't mean that no other girls flaunt all over him, because they do. What I mean is there is no actual permanent girl for him, for as long as I've known that boy he has been single. Sure, he's had some flings with girls, and there are always those rumors about him hooking up with girls every weekend, but I've never actually heard that he has had a girlfriend. And that makes me happier then anyone will ever know. He seems to be the only boy out there who isn't a complete ass.

Ugh, Nadia just came in, I should probably go.

-Ivy

There isn't much here for me to say.

I don't even know how these things are supposed to work. Do I write down what I did, what I'm doing, or what I'm planning on doing? To cover all of my bases I'll talk about all of them.

Earlier: I woke up and went to my classes. I played some one-on-one basketball with Zack. Then I ran into Ivy in the hall. Then Peter saw her flirting with me, and when we were alone in the room we started to fight. I keep telling him that there isn't anything going on between us, but he just doesn't seem to understand that.

Now: I'm sitting alone on my bed as Peter is at his desk furiously writing in his journal. I can tell he's upset because he the led of his pencil keeps breaking and he's cursing at it. He's just now switched to using pen.

Later: I'm planning on doing what I do every night. Finish my homework, eat dinner, and then if Peter is talking to me by then maybe him and I will do something.

I guess that's it. I hope I'm doing this right.

-Jason McConnell