In 8th grade, Miss Yaxtheimer, my English teacher, made us keep a journal. We had to turn in five pages per week. It didn’t matter what we wrote, we could even repeat the same sentence over and over but we had to turn in five handwritten pages each week. I wrote mostly adolescent and teenage drivel but there were weeks when there was absolutely nothing to write about in my boring life. I wrote the lyrics to my favorite songs, copied poems or sometimes wrote the same phrase multiple times to fill up the pages. By the end of the school year, I was used to writing on regular basis and I have been journaling ever since. Now I can’t imagine what it would be like to not write. I don’t write everyday but I try to write at least once a week.