Freewriting - fear

FEAR

My two fears are spiders and clowns. I will first tell you about my fear of spiders called arachnophobia. Just  looking at a spiders makes me cringe. The spider fear is one of  the most common fear of all fears. The fear is basted on the eight legs which lets them climb the walls. The thing that scares people the most about spiders is the eight eyes that start at you. A lot of people have fears in their lives. I can picture the spider in my mind, and it is making me hate this writing assignment. It is not common that people have fear. Just thinking about how many there are is over whelming. Next, I will tell you about my fear of clown that is called coulrophobia. This clown fear started when the movie called "It" came out. Ever since people have seen the movie they have been terrified of clowns. I hope this fear will go away sometime because I would like to laugh at clowns instead of fear them. Clowns are suppose to make you laugh. The thought of clowns still makes me scared about them every time I think of them. These fear and many others are with us every day. Sometimes we can try to avoid them, but somethings we see everyday. Some of the fears people have can be kind of funny; you can even get a laugh at them. But it is best not to laugh at the  peoples' fears. . Some people can get over their fears. I for one am getting better with the spiders. Though sometimes I don't think I will ever get over it forever. If you have a fear try to embrace it as your own.  I try to! There are millions of fears out there. I think some of the fears are fascinating to see. Why does that person have that fear? What caused it to happen? If you have a fear try not to tell people because they will try to scare  you with it. I told someone once and now every time I see that person they scare me. It is like torture to see him. I think it is wrong to try and scare someone. It is better to help them through it.

I Think It Is Wrong To Scare Someone With Their Fear

I think it is wrong to scare someone with their own fear. One day, I was going to a friend's house, and they told me to come on. So I did! When I got in the house, they said "I am in my room". So I head to her room. When I walked in, she was hiding in her closet She popped out the the closet wearing a clown mask, and she had a real spider in her hand. I ran as fast as I could out the door. I never knew I could run that fast. I ran into a wall because I was trying to see if she was behind me. It hurt so much that I had a red mark on my forehead. She was laughing up a storm right beside me with the spider in her hand. I was so mad at her I got up off the floor. I was never so mad in my life before that day. I always try to think on the bright side, but today I'm thinking dark. I yelled at her like a bat gone loco. After that, she got real quiet, and start apologizing to me. I didn't want to accept her apology and make up with her on that day. The next time I came over; I thought we were cool again. I hadn't talked to her for a week at school or texts. Little did I know I was wrong because she brought her other friends over, and they all had masks on and spiders. I felt like I was running for my live.  I ran for my car, and I never came back or was friends with her AGAIN.

Friends

What is a friend? How can you tell from a good one to a bad one? That is just the thing friends can be good and bad. I have had my fair share of bad friends. The one friend I trusted to be my friend was a horrible friend to me. If you could count all your friends which one of them can you count on? That is one of the things people look for someone who has your back. Lets say you need help with someone who would be there to help you. Who would be the one drop everything they are doing and come running to you. Just think about what I have said and contemplate about your friends. I have done that all the time and if they are mean to you and scare you all the time; well then I think you have a bad friend. You need to think about what to do with that friend. The first thing I would try and do is talk to your friends and get them to know the situation. Secondly I would see if they understand what you say. If they don't change and are still mean to you.  Then they scare you everyday. Then I would drop them as your friend. These are the things about friends. I hope you have liked this blog thank you for your time.



Sister- fight

My sister can be the worse person in the world. Sometimes we can have the best of times, or sometimes it is the worst of times. It can be hard with her because she likes to hit me. I try to be the older sister and not hit her back. There can be a breaking point when she hits me, but I do love her. The things we fight over at times can he hurtful or just plain stupid. Sometimes, I wish we could get along. The current fighting is because she doesn't want to be like me, go to college, and get her education which I think is stupid on her part. It is her life, but I just hope she makes the right decision to the best of her ability. My parents don't know what to do with her either. If she could just turn her out- bursts around, that would make it a lot easier in the house. We still love her. I can't think, I can't think, I can't think when it gets too loud in the house. We can get along watching movies at times. I love riding horses with her. If the world was not so rough, we could live in harmony. I love the song of that. It is funny sometimes when you can sit and talk to someone and get all your anger out, but not to the point of yelling it to the whole world. I think if Courtney would just talk and not be so angry at times, we could get along quiet nicely. I love the days when it is nice and peaceful in the car because Courtney is not yelling.

Twin Pines - Vlounteer

It is a beautiful bright sunny day. The birds are chriping. I am sitting in the front set with my Aunt Melanie. I can't wait to start my first volunteer day. I am meeting all the people who work for my aunt. The Twin Pine Nature Center is a lovely place to go. The first person I meet is Wyatt. He is fuuny. I am heading to the archery center to teach the children to shoot arrows from a bow. I am showing the wrong way to hold  it. I accidentally hit my face with the bow. and the kids laugh at what I have done. Finally, we start to shoot the bow and arrows; it is fun to do. Next, I go down to the pond to help with the fishing. The kid are doing fine with the fishing. Then I see my aunt coming down the hill. She asks if I want to go to the river, and  I say yes. I run up the hill and hop in to the van with Wyatt and a girl. I don't know who she is. I just brush it off. I am happy to go to the river. It is a long road to the river. I can hardly stand it. Everyone starts to head down the hill,  but I stay back because I need to use the restroom. I go to the port-a-poddy, but little did I know there is a suprise inside. I go to the bathroom, and right when I get the toilet paper out pops a swarm on wasps. It is so scary; I run out of the toilet. That was the worst part of the day volunteering for my aunt.

My Personality

My Personality 

   
       I took the Jung Typology test. They say I am Extravert, Sensor, Feeler,  and Judger. I strongly agree with them.  For those of you who don't know what these categories are, I will enlighten you. Extraverts are those who loves to be around people. Sensors use facts and live in the moment. Feelers are ones who feel for the other person and get attached real easy. Judgers are black and white who don't have a grey area.  Let us being with how this relates  to my writing. 
       The prediction for writers who test into ESFJ is they are motivated to write about their live. They describe feelings and try to please their readers. When they write scientific papers, they use measurable facts, but they have to be careful not to make it too casual.  This sounds like the way I would write. I always use a basic format that has worked for me and this is part of the ESFJ. I always revise my paper three or four times before turning it in. It is almost as if they studied my writing habits. I found that I did better on my stories than research papers. This has helped me realize the difference, so I can be more aware of how to write these different types.
      When I look at this, I realize everyone in this category is like me. I am not so strange and different; there are others out there. Is there anyone else out there with this category? If so, enjoy who you are; I do.

The Life of The Lincoln Log

Free writing: Lincoln Log

My name is Lincoln Log. I am all alone. Who will come and save me. I am so high up. I am on a catwalk.  Why am I here? People are walking by; they have backpacks. A person is coming, but she doesn't have any backpacks like the other people. Who is this person? Why is she here? She is picking me up. Where is she taking me? She is swinging me back and forth. I am getting dizzy . She is showing me to everyone she meets. What is she talking about? They are going to write about me! I am going to be a star. This is so much fun. I can't think; I am stuck. They are typing forever. The tic-tack of the keys are surrounding me. This is interesting. What are they writing about? Is it funny or sad? Will I ever know what they write?  The typing is slowing down . I wonder if the stories will make me laugh. This will be interesting. We are laughing because the teacher is telling a joke. I am sitting on her deck.The girl is wearing her sister's boots today. I like how they sparkle in the light. I can hear people hitting the backspace button. The teacher said to not hit it, so it is funny when people hit it on accident. Will the timer ever go off? This is getting harder by the second. I wonder how everyone is doing. Some people are typing at a slow pace compared to everyone in the room. I am a called a light brown Lincoln Log. I hope someday I will be used again to make a beautiful house.