In, my African American Literature class, my teacher complimented me on my writing skills. He stated that I was a “prolific writer”. Receiving that comment from a teacher who attended Morehouse made me feel special.
One day last week, my friend and I watched a stage play. It was about how a lady had slept with her sister’s husband, and became pregnant. She pretended to have adopted her daughter. They kept it a secret for 18 years until her daughter wanted to marry her cousin who was also her brother.
I wore my first wig. It’s funny though because most people think it’s weave. Everyone knows my sister and I are "WEAVE QUEENS", but this time I decided to try something new.
I recited a poem by Claude McKay in front of the entire class. Although I was nervous, I didn’t forget a word of it.
I wrote my boyfriend a letter to let him know how I truly feel about him. I’m contemplating whether or not I should really let him see it. I’m not good with expressing myself so I have to write everything down rather than telling him t o his face.
I went to Sa
m’s three days this week. I love their pizza and their icees. I also love that they let you sample their foods before you buy them out of the store.
m’s three days this week. I love their pizza and their icees. I also love that they let you sample their foods before you buy them out of the store. 
