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Dear Diary, I went to my new school today. I came into second lesson, which was math's I immediately noticed the glares about eight girls sat in the corner of the room their eyes like knives and I thought 'if looks could kill I'd be dead.' The teacher looked at me in a friendly kind of way and directed me to the only spare seat in the class next to a boy who was quite chubby .I went to sit down and said "hello" in an attempt to be friendly. He said "hi" back and continued with his work. I took my book out of my bag and sat down

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1^st day at new school I am so excited because it is my first day at an English school. I wonder how different it is to a German school? I wonder what the food and the people will be like. All the English tourists that have come to Germany have been kind and friendly. I have made a friend his name is Josh from next door and he goes to the new school. I should be okay now I know one person. The house I have moved into is in Kensington and is really nice. It is a five bed roomed house, whereas before I only used to have a three bed roomed apartment.

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Dear Diary, I went to my new school today. I came into second lesson, which was math's I immediately noticed the glares about eight girls sat in the corner of the room their eyes like knives and I thought 'if looks could kill I'd be dead.' The teacher looked at me in a friendly kind of way and directed me to the only spare seat in the class next to a boy who was quite chubby .I went to sit down and said "hello" in an attempt to be friendly. He said "hi" back and continued with his work. I took my book out of my bag and sat down .I began to copy the exercises of the white board, about two minutes had passed and a note was passed to me it said: Tara is a slag and so was her mum! I looked around those eight girls sat in the corner were laughing I knew it was them... how did they know my name and how did they know about my mum? A lump appeared in my throat I screwed the note up and put it in my bag. The bell rang at that point and I placed my belongings in my bag. The teacher (Mrs. Van) allowed us all to go I ran out desperate to find a toilet I had a feeling I would be safe there.

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17th May 1765 Dear diary, My name is Kunta Kinte and at the moment I am fifteen years old, I am a Muslim and will always be a Muslim, I was born in the year 1750. Now at home my mother likes me to do jobs around the house and the village, I do jobs such as looking after the goats, and collecting fire wood. I always carry my bag/pouch on me which has a sling-shot in, some small stones and a knife which my father gave to me. Many people of the village tell me many valuable lessons such as respect towards people and about dangerous animals. My father is called Omaro, he is the leader of the Mandinka tribe and he is a respected member of the village. My father always wears a bag/pouch around his neck which is a symbol he is in the Mandinka tribe, what's more is that all men of the Mandinka carry a knife at all times to protect himself and his family. 

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17th May 1765 Dear diary, My name is Kunta Kinte and at the moment I am fifteen years old, I am a Muslim and will always be a Muslim, I was born in the year 1750. Now at home my mother likes me to do jobs around the house and the village, I do jobs such as looking after the goats, and collecting fire wood. I always carry my bag/pouch on me which has a sling-shot in, some small stones and a knife which my father gave to me. Many people of the village tell me many valuable lessons such as respect towards people and about dangerous animals. My father is called Omaro, he is the leader of the Mandinka tribe and he is a respected member of the village. My father always wears a bag/pouch around his neck which is a symbol he is in the Mandinka tribe, what's more is that all men of the Mandinka carry a knife at all times to protect himself and his family. 

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Dear Diary,After I woke up this morning, I made the regrettable decision of waking up. I tried to go back to sleep, but I could not even relax. Today was one of those days where either I get up, or I get up. I then decided to go outside, but because it was raining, I got wet. I went back inside, felt tired enough to go back to bed, but I still had to change out of my wet clothes. Then I got a phone call from you know who. I got so excited that I didn’t care that I was naked, tired, and there was a puddle on the floor. We are going on a date this Friday. I don’t know how I’m going to sleep. What am I going to wear? :naked dance: :singing in the rain: oh diary, one day I’ll look back on this and say remember when I didn’t pay attention to anything but the phone ringing. FINALLY.

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Dear Diary,After I woke up this morning, I made the regrettable decision of waking up. I tried to go back to sleep, but I could not even relax. Today was one of those days where either I get up, or I get up. I then decided to go outside, but because it was raining, I got wet. I went back inside, felt tired enough to go back to bed, but I still had to change out of my wet clothes. Then I got a phone call from you know who. I got so excited that I didn’t care that I was naked, tired, and there was a puddle on the floor. We are going on a date this Friday. I don’t know how I’m going to sleep. What am I going to wear? :naked dance: :singing in the rain: oh diary, one day I’ll look back on this and say remember when I didn’t pay attention to anything but the phone ringing. FINALLY.

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Like always today's I'm again sharing experience of the bestest day of my life. Every day is best day, but the most beautiful day of my life is that when someone new came to our house and that is my small brother. I still remember the day when he born. When I went to hospital to see him I saw that he was really small and cute. His eyes were big and cheeks are red. Seeing that now I also have a small brother like others make me felt happy. 

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Like always today's I'm again sharing experience of the bestest day of my life. Every day is best day, but the most beautiful day of my life is that when someone new came to our house and that is my small brother. I still remember the day when he born. When I went to hospital to see him I saw that he was really small and cute. His eyes were big and cheeks are red. Seeing that now I also have a small brother like others make me felt happy. 

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Saturday, Apr 02, 2011 · 11:27 AMAs a 19-year-old, sophomore college student, I really didn't see the point. I figured that not only would I never really be able to (or really have a chance) to post original content on various happenings in the world but also that my youth would be a real, substantial deterrent in terms of attracting readers. I mean, the number of occurrences in my life where an adult other than my parents actually took the time to consider my point of view, or consider that I was intelligent/knowledgeable enough to even have a point of view have been minimal. Sad as it is to say, I didn't think anyone here would care. The issues that are discussed here are often on a level far beyond my own, or what I could possibly contribute to.The comments on those aforementioned two diaries drastically shifted my views on the subject. There is nothing more encouraging than seeing older adults (since I guess I am technically an adult now) say that my opinion matters, and that they'd like to see it in written form here. It really is impressive how much of an effect such a statement like that can have on somebody my age.So I decided to make an account, and start posting diaries to see what kind of response I'd get. Hopefully, this post is the first of many. I want to try and contribute my point of view (and the points of view of my peers) to the discussion - mostly because people my age are often left out completely.To make a long story short, I've been waiting a long time to have a place where I could discuss my own views on topics and be listened to. I spent the vast majority of my childhood reading/watching the news daily, and closely watching my Dad's second career in local and state politics. I've never really had a forum outside of my family to discuss anything I saw or noticed. I feel like DailyKos presents one of the better opportunities to do so. I suppose it was really only a matter of time before I came out of the woodwork and tried to post something. Do I expect to attract a regular readership? No. Not by any means. Who knows if I'll even have the time and patience to post regularly. But I'd like to try. And try I will.At any rate, I've already come up with a few topics that I feel like I could put a young adult spin on: (1) what is/are the primary policy topic(s) that young adults like me want the government to focus on, (2) the general state of education at the high school/collegiate level and how students at those levels feel about it, and (3) a discussion of the general "engagedness" in politics and policy among people my age.Most likely, it will take me a while to get to each of those topics. College is busy right now, especially for a music major, and my time is limited and torn between many competing interests. But hopefully, I can do so soon. Hopefully, I'll see those diaries recommended and republished (now that I'm a contributor to Youth Kos 2.0). Who knows. Hopefully, this doesn't turn out to be an exercise in futility.

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Saturday, Apr 02, 2011 · 11:27 AMAs a 19-year-old, sophomore college student, I really didn't see the point. I figured that not only would I never really be able to (or really have a chance) to post original content on various happenings in the world but also that my youth would be a real, substantial deterrent in terms of attracting readers. I mean, the number of occurrences in my life where an adult other than my parents actually took the time to consider my point of view, or consider that I was intelligent/knowledgeable enough to even have a point of view have been minimal. Sad as it is to say, I didn't think anyone here would care. The issues that are discussed here are often on a level far beyond my own, or what I could possibly contribute to.The comments on those aforementioned two diaries drastically shifted my views on the subject. There is nothing more encouraging than seeing older adults (since I guess I am technically an adult now) say that my opinion matters, and that they'd like to see it in written form here. It really is impressive how much of an effect such a statement like that can have on somebody my age.So I decided to make an account, and start posting diaries to see what kind of response I'd get. Hopefully, this post is the first of many. I want to try and contribute my point of view (and the points of view of my peers) to the discussion - mostly because people my age are often left out completely.To make a long story short, I've been waiting a long time to have a place where I could discuss my own views on topics and be listened to. I spent the vast majority of my childhood reading/watching the news daily, and closely watching my Dad's second career in local and state politics. I've never really had a forum outside of my family to discuss anything I saw or noticed. I feel like DailyKos presents one of the better opportunities to do so. I suppose it was really only a matter of time before I came out of the woodwork and tried to post something. Do I expect to attract a regular readership? No. Not by any means. Who knows if I'll even have the time and patience to post regularly. But I'd like to try. And try I will.At any rate, I've already come up with a few topics that I feel like I could put a young adult spin on: (1) what is/are the primary policy topic(s) that young adults like me want the government to focus on, (2) the general state of education at the high school/collegiate level and how students at those levels feel about it, and (3) a discussion of the general "engagedness" in politics and policy among people my age.Most likely, it will take me a while to get to each of those topics. College is busy right now, especially for a music major, and my time is limited and torn between many competing interests. But hopefully, I can do so soon. Hopefully, I'll see those diaries recommended and republished (now that I'm a contributor to Youth Kos 2.0). Who knows. Hopefully, this doesn't turn out to be an exercise in futility.

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Dear Diary

Today our class teacher took us to a zoo. I was quite excited about the trip because I love animals. However, it turned out to be one of the saddest experiences of my life.

We saw many birds and animals in the zoo. Alas! They didn’t look happy in their cages. There were colorful parrots and lovebirds. They looked sad in their small enclosures. I am sure they miss the blue skies. The plight of the lion, tiger and leopard was not much better either. They were kept inside tiny cages. They are well-fed and they also receive medical attention whenever they show signs of illness. Yet, they looked tired and unhealthy. I guess that is a result of their sedentary life. They get absolutely no opportunities to walk or run. They pace their small cages up and down looking restive and angry.

I am not saying that zoos are bad. They do protect many endangered species. Still it hurts me to see wild animals caged for our entertainment. I know I can’t do anything for them but I can’t help feeling bad for them. I don’t think I will visit a zoo again.

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Dear Diary

I am so happy today! I have stood first in the painting competition organized by our school. I have received so many compliments from all. My parents, grandparents, and teachers are over the moon. My grandfather has promised to gift me my favorite bike. Achieving this success was not easy. I just followed the basics. I did not waste my single moment in useless distractions. I just practiced, practiced, and practiced. I made a time table, and conscientiously stuck to it. I burnt not only the midnight oil, but the early morning oil also. At school I stayed focused all the time. I did not watch TV at all. Thus working I realized, if a student utilizes his time optimally, he can do wonders. TV, friends, loafing around are the greatest enemies of all the students. I realized studies are not difficult at all; developing the right attitude to studies, and focusing our mind on studies is difficult. Hard work really pays off and that too with huge dividends. Not only I improved my knowledge, I secured A1 in all the subjects. My parents, my teachers, and everyone is so happy. I am the happiest of all. This happiness of hard-earned achievement is thousand times sweeter than shallow pleasures of distractions. If just the hard-work and discipline of a few months can bring so much joy and fulfillment, how much joy and satisfaction will I get if I continue to be industrious and disciplined all my life! I promise you dear diary, I will always be focused and self-disciplined in life henceforth.