As you may know (or not), I hate the term "blog". Since the advent of 'texting' (another abhorrent term), the English language has been bastardized, chopped, hacked, and pureed into a form of sub educated drivel that most adolescents, and sadly some adults, use to communicate. I know what 'bff' and 'cul8er' means, but really, does it cost any more to send the actual words than their shorter forms? (I wouldn't know because I use my cell phone to literally speak to people, and not to 'text' their e-mails or in-boxes or whatever.) Mind you, I can live with, "WTF?".
As for the journal, well, we were supposed to write something - "anything" (she said). Not being very inspired, I don't think I wrote more than one sentence per day and had to bite my tongue to avoid expressing my opinion of her (after all, she did review the journals every day).
I failed her class.
Later, I had a great English teacher who I believed inspired the "dorky" or "geeky" look, wearing his gingham polyester pants pulled up to just under his teats, wore glasses (of course) and had a pointy nose. But he was really cool! He was also my drama teacher (go figure). I joined the spelling bee team (yeah, the "zed" thingy), we did some creative writing, touched on the Bard and we really had a blast in his class. We didn't, however, keep daily journals.
I didn't further my education or resume my dalliances in writing due to my life's circumstances at the time.