I enjoyed writing journals since I was kid, especially on my middle/high school period. That was the time when we (mostly) were all confused about things but didn't know who to talk to and journals helped me got through the hard time. I found out that journal could actually become a friend, a teacher or even a parent. Journal was my friend because it let me vent out my emotions. Journal was my teacher because it showed me what I did and how I felt when I read it again the next day. Journal was also my parent because it taught me what actions cause what consequences to me and to my surroundings.
The senior year was a crazy one for Chinese students. We studied when we were not sleeping, showering or eating. Then I stopped writing. Not until in college I began to write again. This time on blog. Let's keep up with the new tech, I thought. But then I stopped again for the amazing freshman year. When Prof. Chappell offered this blogger position I think "yeah, why not. " Barriers and laziness always accompany me anyway, so they shouldn't ever stop me. I'd said let's give blog another chance!
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