My dream is to become a nurse and have my doctorate degree in the medical field. It's going to be difficult and cost a lot of money a LOT of money. It will also take many, many years to accomplish. But, it's my dream and I am willing to make that dream a reality. Just as Walt Disney once said, “All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them”.
Dear Diary,
My dream is to become a nurse and have my doctorate degree in the medical field. It's going to be difficult and cost a lot of money a LOT of money. It will also take many, many years to accomplish. But, it's my dream and I am willing to make that dream a reality. Just as Walt Disney once said, “All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them”.
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Dear Diary,
Both of my parents have made sacrifices in order for me to have a better life. Both of my parents left their families behind in Mexico. My dad spent a long time looking for a job, while my mom stayed in Mexico. When my dad found a job, he paid for my mom to get to the United States and start a better life over there. I know very well that my parents didn't have to leave their families behind or leave their country, but they did it for their children. I am very lucky that my parents decided to do this and I am really grateful and appreciate them a lot, not only for leaving their families behind in Mexico, but for everything they do for me today. My dad works hard in order to have everything we need and more, my mom doesn't spend a lot of money for herself and uses it mostly for us. We have a nice house, Disneyland passes, televisions in every room, iPhones, and nice clothes. I am so thankful for everything my parents have done for me and I hope that one day I will be able to do something as amazing for my parents and my own family. Dear Diary,
Personally, I have never felt like I belonged to a different class in the school system, I feel as though I have always been an advanced student all around. However, this does not mean that I have not wanted to belong to another class. All of my friends are ... not dumb, but not as smart or focused on their grades as I am. So, in all of my years of school, or at least these past few, I have not gotten to be in the same class as my friends, while they are all together in theirs. As a result, I have not gotten to spend all the time that I possibly could with them, just because of the placement of my classes. So as most people want to get to a higher class in school, I have always wanted to be less smart and be in the lower classes with my friends. There is a famous dilemma question that I have been asked before and the question is, “Would you rather be a miserable genius or a happy moron”, and because of the way that I think I have always answered with genius, but now I am not so sure. As I go through my classes in high school, I can just feel the intensity of the classes increase, and I, being myself, get overly stressed out about it. This has led me to believe that I am the, “miserable genius” of the equation (not being braggy, I am definitely not a genius), while my friends are the happy morons. I have always thought to myself what it would be like to walk in the shoes of a person in the lower, less advanced classes and finally experience what it would feel like to be the, “happy moron”, even if it were just for a day. Dear Diary,
My parents recently talked to me about my future, what college I’m going to, what I want to be, etc. Since, they are both in the medical career they want me to do something in the area too. People have always ask me what I wanted to be when I grow up. Of course I said princess when I was younger, but now that I’m older, I’m confused as to what I want to be. I tell my parents nurse or pharmacist just to make them happy but when I really think about it I wonder if I would like the job. I don’t know if I would enjoy my job and I don’t want to be stuck in a job that I dread going to. I have no particular interests in certain area. I just think about how much money I would make with the job and how long school would take me. I’m scared that I won’t make up my mind in time and end up going to a community college. Which brings up the fact that since I don’t know what college I want to go to because I’m not even sure what the heck I want to do. I don’t know my major, I haven’t researched different colleges, and I haven’t even talked to my counselor about anything except changing a class. It’s also almost my junior year, which is said to be the hardest year of high school. I’m not even sure if I can pass my classes. I’m taking three AP classes and one honors class. I always worry about my future because I know nothing about what I want to do. I don’t even know if I’m going to have enough credits to just pass high school. Yes, of course I should talk to my counselor about my future but I just feel like they would confuse me even more. There isn’t really anyone else that I can really talk to about my future. All my friends are busy planning their four-year college plan and which internships their applying to. My family would just tell me to go into nursing and my turtle can’t speak English. Sometimes, I even think about just running away from all my problems, but I don’t think I can get very far with no cash. I’m hoping I will get myself together in time. I don’t think I can take the disappointment of my family if I don’t get into a good college. Dear Diary,
Let’s talk about the first time I realized what the heck “race” was. Some important information for this would be that: I am half black (from my dad’s side) and a quarter Mexican, and a quarter Italian-Irish mix (from my mom’s side). I’ve always realized that my parents’ skin tones didn’t look the same, and that mine was nowhere close to either of them. I guess I always kinda just looked at it like mixing white and black paint together when you needed a grey shade, but that was all the thought I put into it. Even when my mom and dad would explain my ethnic background I would just say “Okay!” and move on with life because I didn’t understand no care frankly, about the Significance — let alone that there was any. But then I moved to a little known city in Georgia in the middle of my first grade year. I’m going to honest, I didn’t know what the heck a “Georgia” was, but I knew it was not at all like the California that I knew Let me just say I’m not one for stereotypes, but the “Deep South” is a different atmosphere than Southern California ---- the area that I moved to it was much more separated by race out of social nature. Wasn’t until it was “friend making time” that I noticed the groups that always seemed glued together. Most of the kids at school were black (first group), the next largest group were white (second group), and the smallest that seriously only consisted of 20 kids at the most, were Hispanic (third group). Sometimes I would tell kids my mixed ethnicity and it usually resulted in me being “looking more black” to the white kids and “looking more white” to the black kids. I got in more with the Hispanic kids because I guess I resembled them the most. So that’s when I knew something was off and it frustrated me. After some time of being confused with what was going on, I told my parents and eventually they explained the concept of race to me. Even though it bothered me then, it taught me to be aware and appreciative of my ethnicity and others’ diversity. Dear Diary,
I do think that money can buy you happiness. I believe that people would be much happier having the money to afford three square meals a day than sometimes not having enough money to buy any meals. People will be much happier being financially secure than having to struggle to afford to pay rent or utility bills. People will be much happier being able to afford to go on summer vacation than having to stay in the same town for almost the entirety of their life. While money may not give you true friends having money can allow you to develop relationships with certain people that could become your friends. Having money can also allow you to hang out with your friends and visit friends that you may not have seen in a long time. Dear Diary,
I think everyone has a hero in their lives. It’s someone who we look up to, aspire to be, or helped shape us into who we are. The common people that come to mind are parents. Those are mine anyways because they have helped me get through tough or frustrating times by saying things to make the experience easier to get through. They also do a lot to give my brother and I the best lives we could have by providing us with clothes, food, a good education, and more. That might be the essential things that is needed when raising a kid but they do other things like taking me to events or going on vacation. Just seeing them in their jobs and seeing how much they do is inspiring. It kinda harkens back to the whole concept of the uncertain future. I sometimes think about the future and see myself growing up too fast but seeing my parents doing things in their lives makes me excited for the future, but also a little nervous. With success came downfalls. They can’t do everything which is an obvious thing to come into but seeing them try their best to make things work has always been inspiring. I hope to one day do what they can do and do even more, as most parents want their kids to have better lives than their own. Dear Diary,
Growing up I always loved math. I don’t know why but I was just good at it so I saw it as my favorite thing ever. So, going into middle school I was proud of myself because I was put into the more “smarter” math class, as I liked to call it, and I felt amazing and smart as hell. First week of school and first week of class, I understand nothing. I was confused and I wasn’t learning anything. Throughout the rest of the year, the class gets worse. Still learning nothing. This teacher didn’t teach a damn thing, she handed out a worksheet, did one problem, and made us continue as if we knew it. So, fast forward to the end of sixth grade; I failed my math class, well, ended with a 71% so somewhat passing I suppose, but still failed. At the end of the year, I had come to a conclusion, I hated math! For seventh grade, I was put into the lowest math class I could have possibly been put into. I felt so out of place. I was too smart for this class but I wasn’t able do anything about it because I failed sixth grade math. Anyway, I had to deal with it for my seventh grade year. The first few weeks weren’t all too shabby in the class, it was really easy and I aced practically everything. There were a few ups and downs but the teacher I had really helped me with anything I needed compared to my sixth grade teacher who did nothing. She taught me a lot of what I know and she helped me comprehend math so much more easily than I had ever before. Mrs. Renquist, that’s who helped me. She was an amazing math teacher and after seventh grade year I was back on track and put back into a higher math class. Dear Diary,
The road less traveled by for me means to take a different route than everyone else and being the first to try something because I believe you never know how it will turn out unless you try it. I will take the windy road of going to college straight out of high school, and obtain a career where i can improve upon my skills and eventually have a high position job. This is important to me because, while I will not be the first to attend college, I am among the first and it is an opportunity that I do not want to let pass. My parents wanted to pursue a higher education and obtain degrees, but unfortunately they were not able to afford it, which is why I would like to go to college because I do have the ability to attend it. I do not want to let any opportunity go to waste because I know there are people who do not have these chances and would do anything to have them. I have recently been improving upon taking every opportunity because before I would hate trying things that I did not know the outcome to, but that is all I want to do now. I know that sticking to what you know is not always the best option, so I have brought it upon myself to take the road less traveled as often as I can because it is not so much about the end result, but about that long, twisted ride to get there. Dear Diary,
I feel like I always overcome the low expectations people have for me because I am black some people feel as if I am the type of person that walks around with a speaker blasting YG or Kendrick Lamar, which is exactly what I do. There were also people that assumed that when I got into high school I would be in the lowest classes and be a class clown, but I decided to prove them wrong so I took all accelerated classes my freshman and sophomore year and now I am going to continue challenging myself even more and take three or four AP classes my junior year. Because of the way people have treated me in elementary and middle school they have affected my education, my choices in life and my experience in high school in a very positive way. Last but not least, to the negative people in my life I just wanted to thank you for not believing in me and thinking I was going to end up getting expelled, without you I would have never been able to prove you wrong. |
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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