lowe+journal

Castaway Journal template · Each team member will keep a journal (8 1/2 by 11 piece of paper) of the castaway adventure to turn in when finished. · The journal must be in first person form and in character, invent yourself (be a doctor, fireman, professional gambler, shower curtain salesperson, **use your imagination!**) Include a mini-biography of your character. **(required)**

Learning Advice
 * 1) Have fun!
 * 2) Write down things you have observed that you find interesting.
 * 3) Also write down questions or comments you have about the experience.
 * 4) Take notice of everything around you, in the pictures, and on the website links to piece everything together.
 * 5) Try to identify food, land formations and other things by looking them up in your textbook, and online.
 * 6) Refer back to the **Task** page to ensure you complete all of the assignment.

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When I first woke up on that warm island in the middle of nowhere I couldn't help but feel as if I'd landed in another one of my romance books, laying in a parachute, scratched up, with no clue how I'd gotten there. I had literally become one of the characters I was so famous for creating. The last thing I remembered was getting on the plane to China for my book release, it was supposed to be the next Twilight and it will probably top the sales charts since i'm stuck here, people love a tragedy.

I've never been so thankful that I'm one of the few authors that actually researches the topics included in my novels. At least all those survival classes would help keep me alive, and I had to survive if for no other reason then to prove to my collegues that I could. I used to be the butt of their jokes, at least untill recently when In The Light Of Rain really took off. Looking around I realized the flowers here were only vaguely like the ones I'd described, and they smelled less like the sweet scent I'd imagined and more like an old lady's overbearing perfume. The fruit hung higher in the trees then I could have climbed a year ago (thank god again for my research and recently acquired climbing skills).

After taking all this in I finally got off the sand and started making my plan. I'd need a shelter, something to use as a weapon, and I definatly needed to further explore my surroundings. As I started walking I finally realized how completly and totally alone I was, and a shiver of fear finally ran through me. Where were all the other passangers? How had I ended up here? Why couldn't I remember the moments after I boarded the plain untill now?

I remember my name (Rebekah), my age (23), and all the quirky details of my odd life. I've been traveling the world since my first book release in 2008, living out my life's dream at such a young age still hadn't grown old as people had said it would. I've seen all sorts of beauty in my travels and have never had any doubts about my life, but when you're stuck on an island, for //any// amount of time //and// you're completly alone, you tend to reflect on all the possiablities you've passed up.

I spent my first 3 days gathering food and scouring the island for a shelter. In my travels i'd only covered what I figured to be about half the island. The other half was a complete forest, with trees so close together they didn't let the light through and I decided it would be better to have supplies before venturing into the even less appealing unknown. I'd managed to procure a tent from some large sticks and palm leaves, and had scoured the hills for any other food source (the fruit was starting to become sickening). My fire building skills had definatly gotten better and I had created a make shift spear and knife in case I ran into any danger (Not that it would offer me much security if there was anything more ferocious then a monkey).

After 2 months nothing had changed. The water was starting to lose it's calm demeanor and I was getting restless. If nobody was going to find me then it was time to go into the jungle. For the past week I'd been hearing strange sounds comming from somewhere far away, and I finally decided I had nothing left to lose. I'd finally remembered what had happened on the plain, and the memory was driving me to insanity. It's never good to be left alone with one's memories for a long time because they just get sadder, more devestating with the passing days, and I was starting to worry that if I didn't do //something// soon I'd never do //anything// and I'd just die leaving the world none the wiser. I **had** to find a way back, I needed to make amends.

I'd been talking on my cell on the plain, I was like every other self-centered person and figured they just had that phones off rule to keep things quiet, and why should such a thing limit me? I was becoming famous after all. I was untouchable. I was in the middle of yelling at my secretary when we hit some turbulance, and the plains lights went out. I couldn't let my last known words be those spiteful hateful things I'd said to her, and she wasn't the only one I'd been unfair to in the past months. I'd lost my charm, my love of people, I just wanted them to understand and fit into **my** plans. I didn't want the give and take most people have.