"Journal Writing" on David Sedaris's Remembering My Childhood on the Continent of Africa

When I was a teenager I envied the life of my best friend Sandy. She had a mother and father that were still together, she was pretty, she was smart, and she would go on exciting vacations with her family. When it was summer vacation from school my best friend would tell me that she would be leaving for a few weeks and she would see me when she came back from her trip. When Sandy came back she always had a lot to tell me. I remember one year it was about her and her family going to Walt Disney World and Epcot Center in Florida. My best friend said it was different then Disneyland in California. When she discribed all the details to me I had already made up my mind that some day I would make to Florida so that I too could go to Walt Disney World and Epcot Center.

"Journal Writing" on Dave Barry's Batting Clean-Up and Striking Out

      I believe men have a hard time opening up about their true feelings, can work on a car that looks like it should be scrap metal for many hours,  and feel all they need to do is go to work without helping around the house. 
      Out of the traits I have listed the one that is the funniest to me is working on a junkie car for hours. It just does not make any sense to me what so ever.  The car has no seats, no engine, and no steering wheel so how can this car take up so much of someones time when it can not even be driven.
      The craziest thing is it takes him hours just to figure out how he is going to get the money just to paint the car. I ask why would you even want to worry about that when it does not even have an engine. That should be the last thing on his mind. He could be thinking about how we can go buy a new car that does not need any work at all and it will even be able to take us from here to there. He will get outside and just sand and sand the car until I go out there and ask when can we go some where. He will then get up and act like it is going to be the end of the world. It reminds me of one of my children reactions after I have told him to clean his room.
       I believe working on a car that probably will never be able to be driven to be one of the most time consuming things. I feel the car gets more attention then I do maybe that is why it bothers me so much. If I could just look like that car for ten minutes maybe my man would pay more attention to me. I guess that will not be happening any time soon.    

"Journal Writing" on Suzanne Britt's Neat People vs. Sloppy People

     The opposition that I will be writing about is rich versus poor.  The rich spend money frivolously on things that are not a necessity. The rich do not pay enough taxes for the amount that they make. The poor do not have enough money to pay for the necessities. The poor still have to pay taxes when they are just making minimum wage. The rich can walk in any store and purchase whatever their heart desires. The poor will save for months to buy a t-shirt. The rich live in nice big houses that are to big for their three people family,while the poor live in poor conditions or sometimes even in their cars. The rich may live an easier life but I believe the poor live a more fulfilled life.

Rich they spend money frivolously, do not pay enough taxes, and live in big houses.
The poor can barley pay their bills, save to buy things, and live in their cars.

Rich and poor people can be loving, friendly, helpful, giving, and creative.

"Journal Writing" on Wallace's This is Water

     I was in a clothing store where the line was long and I had somewhere to be by two o'clock the cashier seemed to be moving a little slower than most young cashiers that worked there.  You could hear all the customers begin to mumble under there breath, why was she moving so slow with this long line of customers. My fustration began mounting more and more as the minutes ticked away knowing that I was getting closer to the time I need to be at the doctors office for my yearly check-up.  Then the thought of maybe she just got the worst news of her life when she had her break twenty minutes ago. What if she just got news that her mother has stage four cancer and has only been given one month to live. I began to feel sorry for her my thoughts went from that of anger to that of condolence.  I could no longer be upset at the young lady.