Journal Entry 4: Tables Turned

I have been living alone for the past few month and i have to say, some of these graduates im living with our irresponsible and retards who needs a freaking brain. If im looking for students that will be studying in my college, i would look for qualities that can prove that you are independent and well connected first. The ability to learn and adapt around other people is very important. From my expierence, these graduates have no idea on how to live with people or communicating with other people. They have terrible manners when treating other people (this is observation through dealing with lots of different students). I believe, to succeed in the future, one needs to learn how to cope with people. To know how to cope with people, this means that they need to know how to communicate, how to show good manners, and most importantly be interactive. If you don't show any enthusiasm to what you like or what you want to do in the future, you might as well just stay home. People who took jobs during a young age is a pretty good thing to look for. As a student working with other grown adults, they must learn how to cope with them and be friends to live on in their jobs. You have to work with other people in jobs, that gives you the ability to communicate. i do not want students that are irresponsible. If they have decided to do one thing, they best do a dam great job. That leads up to another thing, some people wouldn't clean up their own mess. Students need to learn to finish one thing completely, and not just learn to do things have way only.

Journal Entry 2: First Time for Everything

There are just so many first time in life thaty you expierence. A first time occurs everytime you start a day. Starting from the first i ate a snicker, first time i had lu ro rice. First time i got stuck in a elevator. First time i went out with my friends. First time i went to school. FIrst time to sing a song in front of a group of people. First time i clicked with someone. First time i expierence a crust never like before. All of these first time left a lasting impression in my heart. I think, one of the first time i had most interesting is when i drank beer. I drank beer the first time when i was in japan, last year. I had wine, saki, and alot of different alcholol but just not beer. I had beer with my familyy and my family's friends last year. The feeling was a bit, unpleasant, but i have a whole can. The outer pressure of drink it and you are a man. Well, technically i just feel that way. It felt a bit disgusting when i had the first sip. The bubly taste in my mouth was stronger than coke, it was not sweet, a bit refreshing at the same time. However, it wasn't a pleasant taste to first timers. The cold feeling when you hold the tall glass, excitements rose when i was smelling the drink. It smelt nice, nothing i have expirenced before. When the icy drink went down my throat, i didn't like it. The bubly yellow drink looked like piss. After the first unpleasant taste, i drank more and more down, it became soothing. It turned from yellow piss into a pleasant enjoying drink that made me feel energetic. I started eating sushi with beer, it turned even better. Roasted beef and chicken plus wasabi was a bless as you drink beer down. The strong wasabi and smoke turned into a mixture with beer was fantastic. Nowadays, whenever i have roast chicken in those small shops around school, i would have a beer can on my other hand to feel the sensation.

What Happened to Me

I had, one of those life changing events, that i swear i will not do the same thing, like someone. That someone, is a drunk driver. WHen i was 12 in the U.S, i suffered in a terrible car accident. Me and my friends were riding in his mom's car. It was saturday and we were just about to go watch a movie. While everything was going smooth, out of nowhere, a truck rammed out of the drive way on the left and hit our car right on the sides. What happened after that, i couldn't remember. The next time i woke up, i was lying in a pile of dirt and blood. My friend lay in the pile of blood by my side. My whole body bruised and i think i couldn't feel my arm. I tried to stay awake, and climbed over to where my friend is bleeding. I didn't know how to check his pulses when i was little, i just hoped he would live. I slapped him again and again telling him not to follow the light. Well, that was my interpretation of death when i was little. The tears and blood mixed and trickled down onto his face, i cried and prayed for the best in my heart. As the crowd of people gathers around of us, someone finally called 911. I didn't give a crap about the driver with the truck, i just cared about if my friend and his family would live. I gathered up the last of my strength and managed to walk towards my friend's mom, checking if she's fine as well. As i move closer to the other remaining scraps of the car, my heart froze, as i realized she was stuck inside the car. The smell of gasoline around me clogged up my sense. The taste of bitter blood mixed with tears felt sour. I screamed in pain as i remembered the sight just before our car crash, the truck coming closer and closer and then smashed into our car. As the thought of death to the two of my friends blossom in the depth of my mind, i finally fainted. When i woke up, the doctor told me the truck driver was smoking while driving, and didn't notice us. My friend lived, but his mother died, the pain inside me grew deeper and deeper, and i swore that i will never smoke.