• Join over 1.2 million students every month
  • Accelerate your learning by 29%
  • Unlimited access from just £6.99 per month

Diary Entries.

Extracts from this document...


Diary Entries. July 17th - Early morning. I'm exhausted! I've just woken after a terrible nights sleep. My bed is outrageously uncomfortable. It's a stone bed with a golden-brown straw mattress. I expect someone's taken ages to bind the mattress together, but to me it's something that should be on the floor, not a bed! Not only is my bed rubbish, I don't even get to share to with Tony. Double beds don't even exist out here. I froze last night. I had no Tony to snuggle up close too and warm my cold toes on. In-fact, my whole home for the next four months is a total shambles. It's a small, square mud hut with no windows, no electricity, no running water and not even a proper toilet. My nearest water supply is the well in the centre of the village in which we are staying, called 'Vai'. This whole experience is turning out to be a total nightmare. Nothing here is at all what I expected. I thought Kenya would be just like England, with proper roads, brick built, warm houses and supermarkets just a few seconds drive away, but how wrong am I! Evening I take back what I said about this whole experience being a nightmare. As soon as I had slammed my pen down in anger from writing. I heard Tony calling my name. Still in a mood I stomped outside to see that he wanted. ...read more.


The ground is covered with dust as dry as sand. The sunrises and the sunsets are something I can't get my head around. They're far better than walking along a British beach watching the sun vanish into the sea. Over here it's like it's dropping over the edge of the world, never to be seen again. The noises that the animals make are fantastic. You can listen to them while peacefully lying in bed. The crickets make this most lovely humming sound, almost like a lullaby. The smell of the fresh air when you wake every morning, couldn't be any fresher. The animals and humans are as one. They are in harmony. There is a real sense of tranquillity here that I have never experienced before. There are some things that I'm missing from home and I think Tony is too. Like everyday items which make life easy and the fact that everything is on your doorstep, not a miles walk away. Yet there are some things that I am definitely not missing. For example: the noisy, polluting traffic or the buzzing, light polluted cities. Being out here is like being in a different world altogether and I thank God for giving me the opportunity to come! July 24th Well I guess I could say that today has been the equivalent to our Sunday's back home. We both lied in until 8, which is a long time out here, as everyone rises at 5.30 to carry out chores, before the day begins. ...read more.


I didn't even really know her but she looked so alone and in the slight eye contact we had made I saw the real fear and loneliness inside her. I gripped onto her hand in which she had given me earlier but she pulled her hand away, got up and ran off with a limp into the distance. I watched her vanish before laying my head into my hands and crying out 'Why God, just why?' July 28th I never went to teach the children today. Tony told them I was ill. While he was at the school, I had time on my own to reflect and think about what happened yesterday. I don't really know what to say. I'd never met the child before, yet I really saw the fear and felt it for myself. Just in that short time period. I didn't even know her name. I couldn't sleep last night. I was and still am so worried about her and I knew that I couldn't face any of the children today without breaking down. I'm emotionally drained and so tired. My brain has been wondering and going off in different paths about the truth of the child. 'Is she Mana's? Has Mana beaten her? Why haven't I seen her before? Why should it happen to someone so small and innocent?' All these questions and more keep spinning around my head, like a constant merry-go-round. This whole experience has changed the way I feel about living in this place. It really is like being in a different world, in every possible aspect. Hannah Condon Fiction coursework ...read more.

The above preview is unformatted text

This student written piece of work is one of many that can be found in our GCSE Writing to Inform, Explain and Describe section.

Found what you're looking for?

  • Start learning 29% faster today
  • 150,000+ documents available
  • Just £6.99 a month

Not the one? Search for your essay title...
  • Join over 1.2 million students every month
  • Accelerate your learning by 29%
  • Unlimited access from just £6.99 per month

See related essaysSee related essays

Related GCSE Writing to Inform, Explain and Describe essays

  1. Jack of All Trades

    I met James, he was amazing, but that's a completely different story for a completely different time and space. Now the wanting of a dog had kind of went away for a little, but now in my time of loneliness, and need, I think my mom finally realized how much


    Will she report it to the police? She can't know this and survive. I have to make sure of that. 15th April 2004 Swordbill Hotel I am in room number 101. I want to talk to my Julie. I miss her. She was probably making dinner right now. I dial our house number. It rings several times.

  1. The long lost diary of the mummy

    Then I spot it-and gasp! The glass case holding the mummy was broken. The mummy is gone! I stare at the display case. My hands are clammy. My heart beats faster I can't believe it. Has the mummy really escaped?

  2. Imagine you are Mary and write a series of journal entries, which recount your ...

    Later that night I crept down to the bar. I over heard voices. There were three men in the bar, Joss, Harry the pedlar and a stranger who's voice I didn't recognise. Joss and Harry were trying to persuade the stranger to do something he didn't want to do.

  1. Green River Drama Play

    So the hicks get offended about it, calling me an uppity city motherfucker, but I was just like "Whoa! I'm not trying to insult anyone but check THIS shit out" and I bust a bag of like, green Afghan Kind with orange hairs.

  2. The Diary Of Mrs Danvers

    I told her how I sometimes wonder if my Rebecca comes back, somehow, to Manderley, and watches her and Mr de Winter together. I frightened her, I know, for she would have pushed dumbly past me, out of the door, had I not stood aside, and, later, I found that

  1. Slavery - the diary entries of Kunta Kinte

    He usually helps me with all the jobs I do in the village, he basically carries around the same stuff as I carry around; a long stick, a bag, a sling-shot, small stones and a knife. Satafa is very interested in what goes on in manhood training and when it will happen.

  2. Dear Diary,

    How corny! And it was in a Chinese American accent, like the man had watched too many American cop shows on telly. " All of you are to come to the police station with me," the cop said. " Do not worry, the worst is a death sentence.

  • Over 160,000 pieces
    of student written work
  • Annotated by
    experienced teachers
  • Ideas and feedback to
    improve your own work