journal entry #1

When I was in my middle school years, I was stress and had a bad case of depression. You can say I was in need of immediate attention as well. Symptoms for me was not eating, always sad, would not speak to anyone, school grades were decreasing , and always had the idea that running away was good. The torture I did to myself was never thought harmful. My household was the result of this as well of not having my biological father in my life. My mom was raised in a strict household which she brought out on me. She could not understand that it was a different generation and a different country. No one could not speak or explain to her in the family that consequences did not always result to one type of punishment. With that in my middle school years, I was kept away from school activities, I could not use the telephone, I was not allowed friends over, I could not go out, wasn’t allowed to wear pants, and other cultural ways. So without a surprise I became depressed .I didn’t eat because I didn’t think I fit in with the other kids. My sense of being outspoken was lost because I was put down at home. So I didn’t speak to anyone which resulted in holding all my feelings. See to anyone this would only be temporary but this started ever since I was six years old but became crucial during my middle school years. Well today I do still have these stress issues but one thing did change; my mother. To not be concerned my mother is Haitian American. She was raise in Haiti and their ways are totally different from American ways. So she only knew what she was taught. Even though she had been living here ever since she was sixteen, she thought that the American system was corrupted. She also stated that this was the main reason why we have so much delinquents in the juvenile facilities. All in all she did change which was mainly because I rebelled in my eleventh grade year. She finally got the picture that as time goes on some things you must leave behind and use a new method. It wasn’t really a choice to counter my story in this way of writing. Honestly I would have rather to have a discussion about it because I like to see my audience to sense or relate to my past experience but I consider this a technical genre. Why would you say that? Well this journal entry you can call it, targets the purpose that I am trying to communicate which is some of my youth ways changing in result to my mom changing. You can say most people who would relate to my account would be teenagers my age. Whether some young adults want to know it or not, your not the only one in a dreadful situation. Some people just suffer more than others and people who are not, try to take advantage of that factor. My sense of direction was contributed by starting with the problem and the solution if there was any. I also use the technique of cause and effect.