My dream is one that so many people would love to have. My dream would have to be a firefighter. To be a hero and to help others in need of help. You make good money to support your family. When you’re a firefighter your team/crew is your other family, your brothers and you care for them, and always have each other’s back.
Dear Diary,
My dream is one that so many people would love to have. My dream would have to be a firefighter. To be a hero and to help others in need of help. You make good money to support your family. When you’re a firefighter your team/crew is your other family, your brothers and you care for them, and always have each other’s back.
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Dear Diary,
Last night I had a dream that I invented an alternate clean energy source. That would run for ten million years before it ran out. Countries would pay billions of dollars to have one and they would only cost me one hundred thousand to make. So the profit was huge. The first thing that I bought my self was a red Ferrari. Later that year, I bought a house in Newport. When I got a little older and when I got all of my money I traveled around the world staying at different places every night. I would get to anywhere I wanted flying around in my private jet. After all, what billionaire doesn't have a private jet? The place that I loved the most was Aruba later that day I bought a house on the spot and after I moved in my dream ended. Dear Diary,
There have been times in my school life where I get put in classes that I don't fit in. Not for reasons that you would think though. I did not feel that way because I wasn't capable of succeeding in that class, not smart enough or being too smart. I didn't fit in because I wasn't like the rest of the kids that were in there... They were the popular ones, the ones who joked too much, they were the ones who put me down and just didn't care. How could I possibly SURVIVE in that class ALL year when I felt like everyone was talking about me? Every time I would walk into one of those classes I would relive old moments I had with some of my "classmates". I had a class one year which I absolutely dreaded going to. The people in there were the ones that made fun of me before or made fun of me then. I hated being in that classroom, I hated being called on by the teacher and I couldn't even stand having to get up to even staple my papers! As you can tell, my self-esteem wasn't the best... There was even a point in that school year where I couldn't take it even more and went crying to my teacher after school begging her to move me away from those harsh names, harsh jokes and harsh judgments they made about me. Those moments are behind me now. My self-esteem is much higher and I feel great about myself. My, look at how much I've overcome :) Dear Diary,
When I was about 12 or 13 years old I played baseball San Dimas Little League. My team was terrible in the first half and lost every game except one. We practiced harder and crazier than anything or anyone else out there. We came back the second half and went undefeated. We made the championship and we were playing the best team in the league. Come championship series, it was a “Best of Three” game series. 1st game we got killed, 2nd game we killed them. So it all came down to this one last game. It was a close game throughout the whole thing and by the last inning it was a tie game. Bases loaded, 2 outs and the away team was up to bat. One more out and we get our last at bats and hopefully score and win the championship. Soft ground ball hit to our best player and everyone was already pretty much walking off the field when the ball went right threw the best players legs and two runs scored. We came up, couldn't tie the game and lost the championship. Talk about bad news bears. Dear Diary,
One coach that has impacted my life was little league baseball coach Richard Segovia. I had played for him for about 2 years as a starting pitcher. He drafted me through the little league system for the junior league. Since the first day of practice he has been a mentor in my life and baseball career. Coach Rich has been a key factor in my baseball career. At every practice he would take me off to the side to see how my day was going. If it was not going good he would always help to find out the reason why. He also helped me become a great pitcher by bringing a pitching coach to practice every day up to game day. I just want to thank him for everything he has done for me. Dear Diary,
Coach Anderson has seriously impacted my life. He was my US History teacher at Pomona High. He told me once that I am a young smart lady whose dreams can honestly come true if I have motivation for those dreams. He would help me get through all my struggles. He would him with other classes when I was not doing so well. Even when I had problems at home he would always tell me tomorrow is a new day. He would always compare real life to fiction and he would always have faith in his students he would never let us leave his class without understanding anything. He always made us answer questions before we walk out his door. He honestly made me realize I’m smarter than I tend to be. He would inspire me because he actually cared for us so much. Even on my worst days he would sit there so I can learn what he’s teaching instead of thinking in my mind other situations. He would put sense in me. He understood each and one of his students. I remember one day I was late to his classroom and he gave me a warning I was going through things so I kept being late a whole week. One time I was late and he would never let me in. I was very disappointed in myself because I had promised him I was going to be early and I was not so I disappointed him. Anderson had said you don’t disappoint me you disappoint yourself because in the real world they wouldn’t just open the door for you just like I did. They wouldn’t give you a warning they would kick you out the first time. That actually made sense to me so from then I was never late to his class. I can honestly say he’s a father figure because he would never let me fall even if I was making bad decisions he would make sure to get me out of there and become a student once again. Not just only me but he never gave up on his students he always said he wanted us to leave the day learning something. He never wanted us to walk out in a blank mine. He motivated me to succeed. Dear Diary,
Today is my second week of middle school. Boy is it completely different from elementary school. Well, I mean, of course it’s going to be different considering my elementary school was public and my current middle school is private. Everyone is so smart here. Supposedly this school is like 2 years ahead than a normal middle school. I used to be the smart one in elementary. Then again I also was the one that people bullied because I was a “nerd”. I also was the person that people would pretend to be friends with because they thought they could trick me into doing their work for them. Here, I feel like the outsider once again. But this time, I feel dumb, not smart. Well, I knew it from the start it would be difficult since most of the population is Asian. The Asian race is very competitive with one another trying to be the smartest in the class. I just wonder — will I ever be normal? Or at least, will I ever fit in? Dear Diary,
I have never really explored my school, until today. It's crazy how we choose friends who are just like ourselves. I've noticed that there are the "cholo's" and "chola's", the African Americans, the geeks, the trouble-makers, and then there's my group; mixed with different varieties of races. I mean no one is a racist here, unless it's low-key, but it's just weird how people separate themselves into their "kind" of people. Sometimes I overthink it, but why is it that people separate from one another? I always wonder about what it would be like to mix in with everyone else. There would be no groups, just one gigantic group. But I know that will never happen, because everyone is comfortable with where they hangout and chill. It was only a thought, but it would be nice to have a change. Maybe I can make a change? Change can be good. Dear Diary,
Why is it that I feel so distant from my friends? I always feel so left out when they are talking about things. I feel like they're all leaving me. To be completely honest, I feel like they're not even my friends anymore. Don't get me wrong, I know they're going to hang out with other people, but I would like to be included in things my friends are talking about. I sit at the table and I think to myself “What are they thinking about me?” I tell them everything about me. I opened up to them and told them everything. I feel like they don't even care about me anymore. I honestly and completely feel like I'm back in middle school. When I was in middle school, I was invisible to everybody. I hated going to school because the only friend I had was my brother who was in high school. I felt like I was the outcast. Like I'm the girl who nobody likes. I thought coming to this new school I would start a new life. Apparently I was wrong. I feel like people are just my friends because I have nobody. I feel like they're my friends out of pity. I sit in class and listen to my friends laughing, and having fun, and all I could think about, is how I wish I could know what they're talking about. I feel like I'm all alone right now. Sometimes, I wish I could go back to my private school, but then I think I would be getting treated the same way I am here. I still feel invisible here. If I went back to my private school, I would feel invisible to about 20 kids. Here I am invisible to a whole bunch of kids! My whole high school career I've felt invisible to everybody. I don't know what I can do to not feel invisible. I can't make my so called friends talk to me. If they want to talk to me they will, but when they don't talk to me I feel invisible because I don't really have any friends. Dear Diary,
My mom called Social Services and handed my three brothers and me over to them. We were living with my abusive and drug addicted father and my mom was never around because of him. She gave us up to have a better life. She gave up drugs to get my baby brother back and to be involved in our lives again. She knows that my older two younger brothers and I are much better off now. I'm proud of my mom for being able to make that decision. I'm proud of her for having that motherly selflessness. I'm proud of her for being able to stop doing drugs. It's good to see that she turned her life around. And it's great to once again have a mom that I can be proud of. |
AuthorsInspired by The Freedom Writers Diary, these are actual diaries entries from students in Mr. Milbrandt's English classes at San Dimas High School. Archives
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