Myself as a Writer
January 22, 1999
Several thoughts come to mind when I describe my strengths and weaknesses as a writer:
First of all, whenever I write I know when the writing is great or just ordinary. It requires more effort when I try to write great. It takes a great deal of time because my mind is not focused.
On the other hand, I just write because I want to write the words in my thoughts. However, you can write whatever is on your mind and the things you want to express deeply.
Writing helps me express my feelings and faith to everyone around me. When I feel stressed or in a sad mood I want to write because I can express what I am feeling. Writing in effect brings out my emotions, providing a release of negative energy.
Some people run, some play, I write to describe life in different ways.
My First Bus Ride (Alone)
January 22, 1999 (Dolly’s original writing when sixteen)
When I was sixteen I rode in a bus to see my aunt. It was the first time I rode by myself. In this ride I wanted to have fun and enjoy myself. When I was sitting in the bus a girl about twenty years old came and sat with me. When I looked at her she looked very quiet and did not want to talk with anyone.
Anyway, I asked her, “what time is it please”. She answered. After a while, she asked my name and I inquired about her. We talked about so many things. Our discussion was interesting. I was really having fun with her. After our talk when the bus stopped she left.
Now, I was sitting in the bus, thinking about our talk and how interesting it was. Whenever she left I didn’t have anything from her but the memory of unexpected delightful conversation. I learned so many things from that chance meeting. Now, it was my stop and I had to go and see my aunt. But I was no longer waiting fro my stop; I was enjoying the ride.
Favorite Hair Clip
January 22, 1999
When I was sixteen, my mom bought me a hair clip. Whenever my mom would buy me something, I usually didn’t like her choice. When she bought me that hair clip I told her I didn’t like it, and I was not going to wear it. Finally, the next day when I was getting ready to go school, I wore that clip and I liked it. When I arrived at school, my friends liked it too.
My mom bought me that hair clip at the age of sixteen. I am now eighteen and still often wear that hair clip. In those two years I didn’t find any other hair clip about which I could say, “this is my favorite hair clip”. I like the other hair clips too, but they are not my favorites. I think I am going to wear this hair clip until it breaks.
This hair clip always reminds me of my mom and how she is. I know that it is very little thing, but sometimes little things carry a greater meaning because of certain memories.
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