MattHessGenre1

Genre 1: Diary Entry Examples of Genres **Oct .17 Entry #4 An Inside Look at the Cafeteria Workers ** Volunteering with the Food Recycling Program is such a rewarding experience. Throughout the week, I really look forward to Wednesday, a time that I can take a break from my daily activities to help others. The simple routine of what I do brings such an exciting and joyful feeling to my heart. I have never seen so much food in my life! Today I think we counted 36 buckets. WOW! This is great! Do you know how many mouths this is going to feed? I am so glad that Glenn Hutchinson started the Food Recycling Program, because it helps so many homeless and starving people. Through the food recycling program, I not only learn about helping others, but I also learn about other people and their feelings., e.g., the cafeteria workers. Many people perceive cafeteria workers by their outside appearance, but once you get to know them, you see what’s on the inside. There is one lady that works in the cafeteria that is so sweet and caring. As my friend and I are doing our "daily duties", she is talking to us about her grandchildren and asks us how we are doing. Then there is the energetic lady that always makes me laugh. She always does crazy things to put a smile on my face. Today, I went to the back room to bring the workers the dirty dishes, and the energetic lady had the radio on and was dancing and singing. It was so hilarious and fun to watch. Through their own individual way, these workers show that they really do care about us. The appreciation and care that I receive makes me grateful for the cafeteria workers and what they do for the students. **04/17/2008 ** This would be a lot easier if kids would cooperate. But I guess it comes with being a Mom. (But it makes it even more important for me to be an examples for my girls.) I actually eat a lot in response to the stresses of being a mom. Mis behavior, or having my buttons pushed- drives me to binge- sometimes its the only way that makes me feel ok. It's comfort... or maybe more like "numbness". Later that day... ok so I gave in and made brownies. The kicker is thatwhile they were cooking I must have left my bedroom dooropen! My Niece got up to the computer and pushed a crazy amount of buttons and was talking on my fax machine headset! I was fuming! I set her in a timeout (kind of not nicely) and had to undo all the things she had done to my computer. My temper flared up hardcore-- and those brownies were calling me. So... I had a little binge. but I did stop myself before my second brownie! A small success. Again later that day... -make that.... I"m not sure how many more brownies! But thebest part is that grabbing my journal and writing is helping me use my hand for holding a pen rather than stuffing brownies in mymouth. If I didn't have this to write in, the whole pan would be eaten! So in a way I've had another success.  //March 15,2005 //  //I have not started a job yet. I get offers, but they don't pan out. I have had a few proposals and am just waiting for some response. I also recieved an email to publish a couple of my poems. I hope that I can work out the details for that, as I may recieve royalties. //   I am very excited, I recieved a copy of my first book this morning. It did not turn out exactly like I wanted, but I do not want to go through the process again. I have waited months for it's release. I put alot of emotion and time into the poetry in this first collection. Now I am contacting everyone to let them know it is out. I hope it does well, I don't care to make alot of money, but some revenue would be nice too. Perhaps I will start on another book soon.

Characteristics. Informal, dated, about the persons life, point of view Criteria. incomplete sentences, talks about the day with detail they would understand, 1st person usually.

My example of a Diary Entry 11/22/08 My name is Barry Wayneton, I’m writing this because my therapist makes me. I’m 15 and see a therapist, why? Because I’m fat. With a BMI of 32 I am considered by to be obese. I go to the therapist because my mom’s worried I’m depressed and wants me to be happy, So here I am writing in a notebook about my life because “it’s a healing process” so says the shrink I’m in 9th grade at Carver Area High School. They kids call me Barry Weigh-a-ton. How original right? 12/3/08 I told my therapist this journal thing was stupid but she made me start doing it again. Today was a shitty day I have gym this semester so that’s really fun for me. For the warm up we have to run 2 laps around the track. I finish last like always even after the girls. After warm up we played floor hockey. I got picked last and was then forced to be goalie Why? Because as they say “ I’ll take up most of the goal” Then to make things even better after school I got to go see the doctor, Who again informed me that I was obese. Blahh blahh blahh exercise, Yeah doc u try exercising when you care barely walk and get an asthma attack from walking upstrais. I feel bad my mom is so worried about me. When I started crying on the way home she did to which made me cry even more, I feel like I’m a disappointment to her and my dad. We decided it’d be a good idea to brighten my day with a quarter pounder and a large fry from McDonalds. No soda though I do want to try to lose some weight