Journal 11. Memories.

Sometimes, we should sink ourselves into the river of memories. There are good and bad, but they help enrich our souls.
Memories make us remember that we are humankind who have selective old thoughts. That we remember something and miss the other ones. That we are human-being and we can't live without memories.
Bad memories remind us lessons we've learned, while beautiful ones lifted us up, recovering from grieves and stand on our foots.

In class writing. Media diet.

I'm attempting a week long "media diet". In this "media diet", I will untethered myself from Facebook and television. I think they are the easiest media I could quit, cause some of them are essential in my life. It's not good. I'm relying on media a lot.

IN CLASS WRITING. WHAT IF I CAN ADVOCATE

If I had time and other supporting conditions for advocation, I would advocate for ceasing wars. Wars have got so many innocent lives; wives lost husbands, mothers lost sons. We could use the budget for education and Healthcare instead of fighting.
I would go to those countries where wars are happening, experience the hardship, the lost and the griefs. So that I would take pictures, videos, and combine with practical writings to tell the world. People need to know the cruel side of wars.
I would do research every war to understand it's purpose and find my stance to fight against it.
I would write letter and talk to soldiers's families about the wars they are encountering.
I would write a blog discussing consequences from wars, persuading people to stop fighting, and also supports for whom who needs help to recover from their lost.

Journal 10. My hometown

USA is not the place I call Home. My hometown is far from the US a half of the earth's circle. My parents and my younger siblings are living over there; so do my friends, and my colleagues. I miss the family environment at dinner in my home. Everybody was talking merrily and having good food. I miss some favorite restaurants I used to spend time with my best friends. I miss the smell from the ground after a heavy rain. I miss everything. I wish I could come home a day soon.  

Journal 9. My best friends

I believe I have some close friends. The one who studied with me in junior-high. We don't talk and see each other a lot, but we always think about each other. He is the one I can trust and ask for help. I love him for his trustworthy and sincere.
The other one is a female classmate in my graduated years. She is a gorgeous girl but doesn't have sense of humor. People may don't like the way she is talking. Although she is telling the truths, and people sometimes don't want to know the truth, like "you are short", says my best friend. I can talk to her comfortably with everything and so does she. We live far away from each other but we miss one another.

Journal 8. English tutor at Davis Campus.

I have visited the Learning center couple times for my English class. There was a female tutor named Sally, or Shelly, I'm not sure. She has taught me everything, from the essay format to the thesis statement. She has given me helpful and valuable advises. But she has gone. She has got a job as a primary teacher in a public school. Good for her. I bet she is going to be a very good teacher with her dedicated manner and her good command of English.
I've met a new one. She is quite young. She told me her major is medical. But she is good at English. Although she is nice and kind, she seems not to give me such amazing advises as Shelly did. She always goes around the bush and waits for my hint of interaction. I feel sympathy for her not much experienced so I have tried to cooperate with her. It turns out she has help me in my writing and I don't have to spend a dime. I appreciate that. I believe she'll get progress soon both in her part-time job and her long-time career.

Dr. Seuss' Tweet about technology

Some technologies just make me worry for me baby. She's not ready to use it already.
Mother I-pad, brother I-phone, sister I-Mac, baby I-pod, Daddy "I pay".