Writing Territories
Fears -losing family, constantly worry about car crashes and tragic events like that
Annoyances - people that think everything in life comes easy, people that think they are better than others
Accomplishments - working and being wise with my money
Confusions-people that take life to seriously
Sorrows- not being organized
Dreams - get married, start a family, be a stay-at-home mom
Idiosyncrasies - always writing in colored gel pens
Risks- not paying attention to something really important
Beloved Possessions, Now and Then- pictures/notes people have written me
Problems- need to work on not getting annoyed with people
I have a section in my desk drawer that is full of every handwritten note and letter that has been written to me in the past 5 to 6 years. This is one of my most valued possession and I definitely don't look at it enough. Every 2 or 3 months I'll clean out my desk and get sucked into that section. I'll spend a while just sitting there, reading birthday cards, notes I passed in class with friends, and looking at photo booth pictures of my sister and oldest friends. I'm so glad I hoarded all these notes. One of my favorite notes I have is from my 8th-grade geometry teacher. After a month of struggling in his class, I got a handwritten postcard in the mail from him encouraging me to never give up on learning and complimented my participation in his class. I'm sure I was the only student to receive this kind of letter, and I'm sure it was prompted because of my low test grades. He wrote about the energy I brought to the class and ended by saying he knows this year will be a success. I was so touched by this note and never got to thank him. The next week at school he was replaced by a long term sub. It was later revealed that he had cancer, and he passed away the next summer. The note he wrote to me means so much to me. As I'm looking at his postcard right now it serves as a constant inspiration to me and I'm grateful I still have his words written not on an email but in print.
I have a section in my desk drawer that is full of every handwritten note and letter that has been written to me in the past 5 to 6 years. This is one of my most valued possession and I definitely don't look at it enough. Every 2 or 3 months I'll clean out my desk and get sucked into that section. I'll spend a while just sitting there, reading birthday cards, notes I passed in class with friends, and looking at photo booth pictures of my sister and oldest friends. I'm so glad I hoarded all these notes. One of my favorite notes I have is from my 8th-grade geometry teacher. After a month of struggling in his class, I got a handwritten postcard in the mail from him encouraging me to never give up on learning and complimented my participation in his class. I'm sure I was the only student to receive this kind of letter, and I'm sure it was prompted because of my low test grades. He wrote about the energy I brought to the class and ended by saying he knows this year will be a success. I was so touched by this note and never got to thank him. The next week at school he was replaced by a long term sub. It was later revealed that he had cancer, and he passed away the next summer. The note he wrote to me means so much to me. As I'm looking at his postcard right now it serves as a constant inspiration to me and I'm grateful I still have his words written not on an email but in print.
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