I believe my most valuable possession is my e-journal on my laptop. Early in middle school, I became very intrigued by the Diary of Wimpy Kid books by Jeff Kinney. Amused by the funny style of writing, especially in contrast to the typical teenage girl mushy diary entries I had previously seen, I decided to emulate Kinney, and write one for myself. Comprised of the various embarrassing moments and memories from my middle school and early high school life, the journal soon began to take shape. At first, I would write in it religiously every night, add pictures, comment on old posts, and have several "updates" every week. Soon after, however, high school’s busy schedule began to take its toll. The entries became sparse and short, and eventually pretty much stopped.
One night in junior year, however, 5 months after the last entry, I was feeling a bit down and decided to open up my old e-journal and take a look back. As opposed to studying for the countless tests the next day, I spent the next few hours laughing to myself alone in my room, which in hindsight probably seemed a bit amiss to my parents in the other room. Reading the diary took me back to a “simpler time” and reminded me to simply take a step back when the stresses of life began to take its toll. Now, every time I look at the journal, it’s like I’m reliving these cherished memories I had forgotten all over again. The diary never fails to remind me that no matter how difficult a situation may seem at the moment, everything will eventually work out in the end.

One night in junior year, however, 5 months after the last entry, I was feeling a bit down and decided to open up my old e-journal and take a look back. As opposed to studying for the countless tests the next day, I spent the next few hours laughing to myself alone in my room, which in hindsight probably seemed a bit amiss to my parents in the other room. Reading the diary took me back to a “simpler time” and reminded me to simply take a step back when the stresses of life began to take its toll. Now, every time I look at the journal, it’s like I’m reliving these cherished memories I had forgotten all over again. The diary never fails to remind me that no matter how difficult a situation may seem at the moment, everything will eventually work out in the end.

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