Hurricane Journal Entry

Journal Entry 1

Ever since I was born, people have called me Philip. Probably because that’s the name my parents gave me. I was born on August 3rd, making my Zodiac sign, Leo. According to the internet, that specific Zodiac sign makes me humorous, creative, and optimistic. Although I personally consider myself to be the polar opposite of these things, some people might find certain aspects of my life to be humorous. I was born at the age of zero into a family consisting of two older brother, a mother, a father, and a dog named candy, who despite her name, was not actually made out of candy. Eventually, my two younger sisters came along. Being so young, I don’t remember their birth, so I would remind them on a daily basis of the possibility

My duties ranged from person to person in my family. Although I was never officially given the position as a mentor to my younger sisters, I felt it to be my responsibility. As they would play with their doll house in their room; meticulously placing all the furniture in its respective location, I would run in unannounced, yelling “tornado” or “hurricane”, knocking everything around and destroying their utopian civilization. I felt like that was an accurate depiction of real life chaos. Preparing for the possibility of a tornado or hurricane in their everyday

The second best choice was marrying my father.

Journal Entry 6

There are billions of people in the world. Which leaves me utterly flabbergasted by how my father, out of the billions of fathers, is the best father in the world. I know he’s the best because he raised me, disciplined me, and never let me get into too much trouble. Also, proved by his mug sitting on his desk which reads, “World’s Best Dad”. They don’t just had those out to anybody. My dad served in the marines where he rose to rank of a drill sergeant. When he left the marines, ingrained in him was a set of skills that were very particular. Not only could he kill a man with one finger, but he could lift a car with one hand, or so that’s how I, as a young impressionable child saw him. Nothing made me feel as safe as he did. As he became older, and my sisters came along, he became more kind. I dodged a metaphorical bullet because by time I was put under all his rules and restrictions, my sisters had softened his heart. My dad was always there, to spank us when we back talked our mom, and talk when we needed advice. He was also what could only be described as dad