Journal Entry 1--Free Write About Self
This has got to be the weirdest thing ever. I mean, really! What on earth is this supposed to do? I mean, Mrs. Green is a teacher, not a shrink! What is she going to do with all this information? Keep it in her files so she can know every deepest, darkest secret? Or maybe it's for the CIA? Who knows. Mrs. Green could be working for the mafia!
Well, I've still got thirteen minutes. This is going to take forever. My name is Jamie Coldwell, but my friends call me Crutchy. I was born a gimp, so I have to use a crutch to get around. Some of the jocks used to make fun of me. My real name is James, but my mom's called me Jamie since the day I was born. So, when I came here, the jocks all thought I was gay, or something.
Eight minutes. What the heck am I supposed to write? Well, I'll tell you some random facts about myself. That's what this page is for, isn't it?
Well, ignoring the fact that my name is Jamie, I suppose the fact that I'm a Broadway geek doesn't help my cause, does it. I listen to all the classic Broadway plays: Les Miserables, The Phantom of the Opera, those sort of plays. I don't like the modern stuff: RENT, and whatnot. They just seem like wannabe plays, but that's just me.(1)
Two minutes. Well...I can't stand math. I like English, because I love to write, but I like to write stories, not journal entries. Now all I have is this stupid pink book. Yes, pink. The world is against me. Mrs. Green gave me a PINK notebook to write this stuff in.
Just shoot me.
YAY! Time's up. Ha HAH!
1--This is not how I feel, just Crutchy.