Looking back through a month's worth of entries, I'm pleasantly surprised to find information that could end up in a story. The girl with blue hair I see while getting on the bus every morning has recently dyed the blue part purple. On Welcome Back Day, my lunch table quite literally broke in half. The sound of a mongoose, I've discovered, is the cross between a mechanical bird chirp and a sprinkler.
My journal is a place for little revelations, where I try to make sense of everything that's going on in this chaotic senior life. My favorite discovery: ఒళ్ళు మండిపోయింది (ollu mandipoindi -- Telugu for "extremely angry") literally means "limbs burning," which is an accurate expression for how one feels when they're angry. I've found that the best sleep on the bus comes in the two minutes between the Elementary School and the Middle School. Although I haven't quite discovered yet whether my dog merely likes the fish in my room or is waiting for a chance to eat it.
However, if there's one thing I'd change about the way I currently journal, it's the Drawing. I'm not sure how significant it is, and I'm confused about what I should draw - should it be a depiction of one my observations? Apart from that, I wish that instead of 7 things we did today, 5 things we saw, and 1 thing we heard, we only have to write down the important, interesting things. Currently, when I'm writing in my journal, I worry I have nothing interesting to say. Every entry begins with a variation of "finished homework for ________," or "studied for test in ______ next class."
That being said, journaling has become a habit, and I've become more attuned to the world around me. Whenever I hear something interesting, I think, that should go in my journal, and I write it down immediately. (I like the Heard section the best, since they are snippets of conversation I can use in my own writing to make it more realistic).
As an introvert, I'm already rather quiet. As a writer, doubly so. But because of the journal, I'm observing more, too.
My journal is a place for little revelations, where I try to make sense of everything that's going on in this chaotic senior life. My favorite discovery: ఒళ్ళు మండిపోయింది (ollu mandipoindi -- Telugu for "extremely angry") literally means "limbs burning," which is an accurate expression for how one feels when they're angry. I've found that the best sleep on the bus comes in the two minutes between the Elementary School and the Middle School. Although I haven't quite discovered yet whether my dog merely likes the fish in my room or is waiting for a chance to eat it.
However, if there's one thing I'd change about the way I currently journal, it's the Drawing. I'm not sure how significant it is, and I'm confused about what I should draw - should it be a depiction of one my observations? Apart from that, I wish that instead of 7 things we did today, 5 things we saw, and 1 thing we heard, we only have to write down the important, interesting things. Currently, when I'm writing in my journal, I worry I have nothing interesting to say. Every entry begins with a variation of "finished homework for ________," or "studied for test in ______ next class."
That being said, journaling has become a habit, and I've become more attuned to the world around me. Whenever I hear something interesting, I think, that should go in my journal, and I write it down immediately. (I like the Heard section the best, since they are snippets of conversation I can use in my own writing to make it more realistic).
As an introvert, I'm already rather quiet. As a writer, doubly so. But because of the journal, I'm observing more, too.

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