Tell About When You Most Felt Comfortable
Everyone across the world has an individual way of being comfortable. I might prefer jeans and a t-shirt to wear out to dinner with my family, but the girl who lives in Ohio decides to wear a knee length dress with heels. Being comfortable does not have to just go along the lines of what you wear. It goes much further than that.
Ellen DeGeneres states, “Beauty is being comfortable in your own skin. It’s about knowing and accepting who you are.” Comfortable does not only involve clothing and furnishing, it also includes a person. There are many different types of ways to be such as the way you think, what you say, confidence, etc. I want to draw attention to myself when I am comfortable.
I just had a protracted day at school. After school, I headed straight towards a two hour volleyball practice. As soon as that ended, I made my way to my current residence. My first target was the bathroom for a shower and then the kitchen to eat. I put on a gray, long-sleeve, baggy shirt along with black, athletic Nike shorts. I also had black and white elites warming my feet. I remember going into my room, standing at the door, and just staring at my bed. It was queen sized with all white covering it, with a few stuffed animals laid aside. I only stared for a few seconds and when I counted to that final second, I took off like a sprinter in a one hundred meter dash and jumped on my bed. Almost instantly I was engulfed with a tropical scent and fresh-out-the-dryer sheets. I pulled the covers over me, up to my waist, grabbed my phone, and began to read Jovie & Bash by Kiara London on Wattpad. That was my point in time for when I most felt comfortable. I was in my own area that I created. It was quiet, the blinds were shut, the lights were dimmed, and I was a relaxed, happy girl. I don't get moments like that every day. That was my moment of comfort and I'm positive others share similar times. However, everyone has a different definition of comfortable.
Everyone across the world has an individual way of being comfortable. I might prefer jeans and a t-shirt to wear out to dinner with my family, but the girl who lives in Ohio decides to wear a knee length dress with heels. Being comfortable does not have to just go along the lines of what you wear. It goes much further than that.
Ellen DeGeneres states, “Beauty is being comfortable in your own skin. It’s about knowing and accepting who you are.” Comfortable does not only involve clothing and furnishing, it also includes a person. There are many different types of ways to be such as the way you think, what you say, confidence, etc. I want to draw attention to myself when I am comfortable.
I just had a protracted day at school. After school, I headed straight towards a two hour volleyball practice. As soon as that ended, I made my way to my current residence. My first target was the bathroom for a shower and then the kitchen to eat. I put on a gray, long-sleeve, baggy shirt along with black, athletic Nike shorts. I also had black and white elites warming my feet. I remember going into my room, standing at the door, and just staring at my bed. It was queen sized with all white covering it, with a few stuffed animals laid aside. I only stared for a few seconds and when I counted to that final second, I took off like a sprinter in a one hundred meter dash and jumped on my bed. Almost instantly I was engulfed with a tropical scent and fresh-out-the-dryer sheets. I pulled the covers over me, up to my waist, grabbed my phone, and began to read Jovie & Bash by Kiara London on Wattpad. That was my point in time for when I most felt comfortable. I was in my own area that I created. It was quiet, the blinds were shut, the lights were dimmed, and I was a relaxed, happy girl. I don't get moments like that every day. That was my moment of comfort and I'm positive others share similar times. However, everyone has a different definition of comfortable.
Tell About a Time You Didn't Go
Everything happens for a reason, right? Whether it is good or bad because of the decisions we have made, they have made us who we are today as a person. For this journal post, you can look at it in two ways - positive or negative. I want to look at it from both perspectives. They could be based off regret and sometimes it's actually a lesson learned or it could have been the best choice you had ever made and makes you feel better about yourself.
Joey, my boyfriend plays basketball for the Murphysboro devils. I root for the Carbondale terriers. On a Friday night, both teams had a basketball game. The terriers had a big game against Marion while the devils had a big game against Massac. I had to choose which game I wanted to attend. It was a hard decision, but I went with watching my boyfriend play. As I was at the game, I was also wondering what was happening at the Carbondale game. My friends updated their stories on snapchat and it looked as if it was a really tense game. Well, I continued to watch Joey play defense to get the ball back and in a blink of an eye he was on the court cradling his knee, multiple tears streaming down his face which was contorted with pain. There was a moment of shock. He was carried to the sport trainer's room and I wasn't too far behind. He was okay, but he was out for the night and I was next to him the whole time as he clutched my hand tightly. At the end of the night he thanked me repeatedly and was over the hills because I was present at his game. I was more than happy to be able to be there for him when he was so down in the dumps. That night I ran over my choice to attend the game. I was satisfied with myself. I knew that if I had not chosen to go to Joey's game, I would have not been able to support him when he needed me. I did not think twice about the Carbondale game that day and I certainly did not regret my choice.
During my first year of high school and the first semester of my sophomore year, I probably turned in two essays total.
Although we second guess ourselves more often than not, go with your instinct. We know the consequences of our own decisions. Regret does not always have to be about disappointment or a lost opportunity. That opportunity you missed could have saved your life or maybe some one else's. We make the decisions we do to either learn about ourselves or to take risks. Basically, the decisions we make do happen for a reason. In my opinion, it's for ourselves.
Everything happens for a reason, right? Whether it is good or bad because of the decisions we have made, they have made us who we are today as a person. For this journal post, you can look at it in two ways - positive or negative. I want to look at it from both perspectives. They could be based off regret and sometimes it's actually a lesson learned or it could have been the best choice you had ever made and makes you feel better about yourself.
Joey, my boyfriend plays basketball for the Murphysboro devils. I root for the Carbondale terriers. On a Friday night, both teams had a basketball game. The terriers had a big game against Marion while the devils had a big game against Massac. I had to choose which game I wanted to attend. It was a hard decision, but I went with watching my boyfriend play. As I was at the game, I was also wondering what was happening at the Carbondale game. My friends updated their stories on snapchat and it looked as if it was a really tense game. Well, I continued to watch Joey play defense to get the ball back and in a blink of an eye he was on the court cradling his knee, multiple tears streaming down his face which was contorted with pain. There was a moment of shock. He was carried to the sport trainer's room and I wasn't too far behind. He was okay, but he was out for the night and I was next to him the whole time as he clutched my hand tightly. At the end of the night he thanked me repeatedly and was over the hills because I was present at his game. I was more than happy to be able to be there for him when he was so down in the dumps. That night I ran over my choice to attend the game. I was satisfied with myself. I knew that if I had not chosen to go to Joey's game, I would have not been able to support him when he needed me. I did not think twice about the Carbondale game that day and I certainly did not regret my choice.
During my first year of high school and the first semester of my sophomore year, I probably turned in two essays total.
Although we second guess ourselves more often than not, go with your instinct. We know the consequences of our own decisions. Regret does not always have to be about disappointment or a lost opportunity. That opportunity you missed could have saved your life or maybe some one else's. We make the decisions we do to either learn about ourselves or to take risks. Basically, the decisions we make do happen for a reason. In my opinion, it's for ourselves.
Stereotypes
Ever taken a stroll through the park, walked in the mall, or rode on a bus and categorized someone to a specific group based on their appearance? That would be the definition of stereotyping. For one of our many journal prompts in english, we were to tell about something that others don't know about us that we wish they did. The topic brought to mind of judging one because of their attire, how they conduct themselves or even beyond that such as race and gender. Everyone stereotypes, but be aware that looks can be deceiving.
No one is perfect. We know that, but that does not give anyone a reason to judge them in any type of way. People stereotype so often now, that it is almost instinct to act on such judgment. There are stereotypes that all African Americans steal, lie, or cheat. They tend to believe that male African Americans do not pay child support when needed or cannot take care of their children. There is also the stereotype that all blondes are dumb. They do not get jokes so easily or cannot tell time. From the tragic disaster in 2001, two planes crashed into each of the twin towers. They released information that the people who flew the planes were Muslim or Arab. Since the happening, a variety of people believe that all Muslims and Arabs are terrorists. More so, all Caucasians are rich and proper. They do not have to deal with worrying about paying rent or insurance. That can be proven wrong. Then there are African-Americans that are "dirt poor". They live in poverty and struggle with life every day. That also can be proven wrong. Gender has been a major problem as well. Girls or women are only good in the kitchen, they cannot do a "man's job". Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie states, "The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but incomplete. They make one story, become the only story." Stereotyping is not nice, yet it is still being used widely.
Back to the past we go. When I attended middle school in Marion, Illinois it was intimidating. There were only about sixty African Americans there in a student body count of four hundred. I did not hang out with them. It is not like I did not want to befriend them. We just did not have the same interest. I hung with the "cool crowd". They were all white. I listened to the same music as them, lived in the same houses, we dressed similar. For those vary reasons, I was always called an "oreo". I was a white person on the inside and a black person on the outside. I acted like the "typical white girl". This gets to me. I do not believe that to be a white person I have to listen to country music, go hunting, dress in Miss Me jeans or flaunt my real hair. It felt to me like I was being attacked because I was not similar to those of my race or color.
To be a certain way does not have to tie into race, gender, or sexuality. To be black, one should not have to be ghetto or listen to rap music. To be white, one should not have to talk properly or buy expensive items. Stereotypes are wrong and they influence others when they should not. The owner of this saying, Margaret Mead states, "Instead of being presented with stereotypes by age, sex, color, class, or religion, children must have the opportunity to learn that within each range, some people are loathsome, and some are delightful."
Ever taken a stroll through the park, walked in the mall, or rode on a bus and categorized someone to a specific group based on their appearance? That would be the definition of stereotyping. For one of our many journal prompts in english, we were to tell about something that others don't know about us that we wish they did. The topic brought to mind of judging one because of their attire, how they conduct themselves or even beyond that such as race and gender. Everyone stereotypes, but be aware that looks can be deceiving.
No one is perfect. We know that, but that does not give anyone a reason to judge them in any type of way. People stereotype so often now, that it is almost instinct to act on such judgment. There are stereotypes that all African Americans steal, lie, or cheat. They tend to believe that male African Americans do not pay child support when needed or cannot take care of their children. There is also the stereotype that all blondes are dumb. They do not get jokes so easily or cannot tell time. From the tragic disaster in 2001, two planes crashed into each of the twin towers. They released information that the people who flew the planes were Muslim or Arab. Since the happening, a variety of people believe that all Muslims and Arabs are terrorists. More so, all Caucasians are rich and proper. They do not have to deal with worrying about paying rent or insurance. That can be proven wrong. Then there are African-Americans that are "dirt poor". They live in poverty and struggle with life every day. That also can be proven wrong. Gender has been a major problem as well. Girls or women are only good in the kitchen, they cannot do a "man's job". Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie states, "The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but incomplete. They make one story, become the only story." Stereotyping is not nice, yet it is still being used widely.
Back to the past we go. When I attended middle school in Marion, Illinois it was intimidating. There were only about sixty African Americans there in a student body count of four hundred. I did not hang out with them. It is not like I did not want to befriend them. We just did not have the same interest. I hung with the "cool crowd". They were all white. I listened to the same music as them, lived in the same houses, we dressed similar. For those vary reasons, I was always called an "oreo". I was a white person on the inside and a black person on the outside. I acted like the "typical white girl". This gets to me. I do not believe that to be a white person I have to listen to country music, go hunting, dress in Miss Me jeans or flaunt my real hair. It felt to me like I was being attacked because I was not similar to those of my race or color.
To be a certain way does not have to tie into race, gender, or sexuality. To be black, one should not have to be ghetto or listen to rap music. To be white, one should not have to talk properly or buy expensive items. Stereotypes are wrong and they influence others when they should not. The owner of this saying, Margaret Mead states, "Instead of being presented with stereotypes by age, sex, color, class, or religion, children must have the opportunity to learn that within each range, some people are loathsome, and some are delightful."