Reflection : Journal(November 11,2010)

Queen Esther(November 11,2010)

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A Jewish girl in Persia who was taken from her home to become a Queen. When she was taken to the palace she changed her name to Esther so no one would know she was a Jew. When she was taken to learn how to be a queen she found favor in the head eunuch, and in the king. The king found much favor in her beauty and married her. Then one day, the kings high assistant Haman decided she would kill all of the Jews in Persia. So when Haman decided that one Hew in particular should be hanged it just so happened that Jew had saved the kings life and the king had been reading the history and he told Haman to do great things for the Jew. Now the Queen had learned of the plot and revealed her true identity. The king was furious so he hanged Haman and Queen Esther saved the Jews.

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 Reflection(January 6,2016)

It is an adventure in itself to look back on my old journals. Sometimes I hardly believe I wrote them, my mindset was so completely different back then you could almost say I was a completely different person. I think back to a time when I looked at the prospect of 2016 with mystery. "What would I look like?""How tall will I be?""What if I get acne?""How many more siblings will I have?" Its almost magical to have the answer to those questions. As if I'm back to when I was 10 years old, looking in the mirror, trying to imagine how my face will change, how a mustache would look on me. These journals are time machines for me. I rediscover myself in them. I see things about myself I never would have noticed in the moment. Like the way my handwriting curved to the left instead of the right, or the way I made my writing small in order to save space on the page. I find myself shuddering at the numerous and blatant grammatical errors. But I also find pride in my 10 year old self for the purity of his words and the simplicity of his writing. I am found envying his carefree attitude from a life before the stress of adolescence, the pressure of puberty, or the weighted knowledge of the world. On these pages I meet myself again where pen meets paper.