October 8th, 2005
Genre 3: Journal Entry
September 15, 2005
I got made fun of again by Billy today at school. I was just minding my own business over in the corner of the playground when he came over and threw a kickball at my back. When I turned to face him, there must have been eight other kids from my class standing there laughing at me. I didn’t say anything hoping that if Ignored the situation that it would just “go away”. It didn’t though. Billy stood there for a good 5 minutes taunting me and chanting, “Weirdos just cannot be cool, lets all hope they’ll just leave school.” Kind of a complex rhyme for the likes of Billy, he must have had help thinking it up. I guess after a while the kids must have got tire of saying the same thing aver and over, so they just walked aver to the big seesaw we have near the swing sets. I just sat there, placing rocks on the ground in patterns similar to patterns on the shirt of one of my few friends in the class, Mary.
October 1, 2005
Today, after my dad picked me up from school, we stopped by his office on our way home because he had forgotten to pick up some files he needed to review before tommorrow. He left me in his office while he looked for what he need in the fileroom. As I was sitting there, I noticed his electronic pencil sharpener sitting on his desk. I picked up a pencil and sharpened it. While I sat there, grinding the pencil, I began to imagine how many people must have been injured every day by these machines. I wondered when a person gets the pencil sharpened down to a nub, if they eve just continued pushing into the sharpener and accidentally let there finger slipped in there. I imagined what a terrible idea this was and thought that if I threw out all the pencils my dad had in his office, that he would be safe from this situation. If there were no pencils to sharpen, then my dad couldn’t have an accident with this machine. When he walked into the office and saw me with all the pencils in his office in my hands and me going for the trash can, he gave me an odd look. I didn’t understand. He just let me put them in the trash and walked me outside to the car. On the way home, I told him why I threw his pencils away. He didn’t say thank you or anything.
JillJill
2. Audience- The child is the audience for the journal entries.
3. Say back: The first journal entry was describing a day at school for the client and the amount of taunting and teasing a child with asperbers may go through. The second enrty descibed a visit to his dad's office. It talked about the compulsive actions associated with children with aspergers.
4. Bless: I think the first enrty provided a great scenerio of younger aged peers picking on a child with aspergers at school. It really did a great job describing the emotional aspect of aspergers by addressing how it made him feel when they picked on him.
5. Address: Maybe talk about another compulsive action to let the reader know why the child threw-away all of the pencils. You could possibly mention how routine is a big thing- saying he was used to going straight home from school and going to his dad's office broke his routine- he didn't like that.
KimLucas
2. Audience: These journals are written to the client
3. Say Back: In the first entry the child is talking about how he is treated by his peers and how he feels he doesn't belong. The second entry is talking about a trip to his dad's work where he got worried his dad would hurt himself sharpening a pencil, so he threw them all away.
4. Bless: You really portrayed the way the child is treated by his peers well. It sounded like something that would really happen.
5. Address: You may want to do some proof reading and correct some typos. I was also a little confused about what your point was in the second entry.