I had always feared rollercoasters since I was a kid. I could not understand how people would enjoy going at dangerous speeds in shaky metal machines. However, when I went on a trip my Sophomore year to Dollywood, everything changed. I refused to get on rollercoasters until my girlfriend convinced me to try it at least once. At first, I felt the same dreadful feeling of fear in my stomach. But, as I saw everyone else scream, not in fear, but in joy, I realized I had no reason to be scared. I saw rollercoasters as something I could not control in case of an accident, but really they are heavily tested so those accidents never happen. Ever since that day, I can ride rollercoasters and enjoy them (most of the time). Today, we read an article about public defecation, a major issue in India. I did not like this lesson but at the same time I did. It was fascinating but also disgusting, as many refuse to use a toilet on person. This helped me better understand India's culture while also showing major issues in the country. Today, I feel tired. I have Basketball Band rehearsal today.
An object that holds a lot of value to me is my Legos. They were gifted or bought during significant points in my life, building them after each event. They remind me of the good times/memories every time I look at them, thinking of each block as building the memory, or the Lego set in this case. Today, we continued our reading of The Color Purple by Alice Walker. We read 3 chapters today, learning about Sofia's return to the story and her eventual incarceration due to her beliefs and nature. It was interesting to see the reminder of the consequences the characters can face, bringing down such a strong-willed character like Sofia. It also showed us why Celie and Squeak's, Harpo's girlfriend, obedience is beneficial to them in some way. Today, I feel tired. I pulled an all-nighter and still have to go to a practice and then teach 8th graders and drop people off afterwards. I know the sleep is going to be good later tonight.
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