She was falling, screaming. It happened so fast she barely even realized what was happening. Then, thunk! She hit the ground, hard. Her leg was bent at an awkward angle, it had landed on a sharp stick, and she couldn't move it.
For several moments, she was too stunned to do anything but sit there in silence, trying to catch her breath. Then, the pain hit. She yelled. Then cried. Then whimpered.
She was beginning to get really cold, and she still couldn't move her leg. She needed help, and soon. Not knowing what else to do, she packed leaves into the wound on her leg to stop it from bleeding. She gingerly pulled herself into a sitting position and carefully dragged herself across the forest floor, crying out in pain as her leg moved over the uneven ground.
She finally reached a tree she could lean against. She shivered. The sun was setting.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Woods
The woods were peaceful on this crisp fall day. The leaves crunched under her feet as she ambled slowly along, enjoying the day. She glanced up above her, at the treetops up high and the clear blue sky still higher. A cool breeze whipped around her, causing her to pull her sweater tighter around her body and hunch her shoulders forward. All the same, it was still a great day for a walk through the woods. She loved this time of year, when the woods were most beautiful. They were showing one last burst of color before the trees became bare for the winter.
As she looked around, she saw squirrels frantically running around, gathering nuts for the winter to come. She heard a few birds chirping, and the honk of Canadian geese on their way south for the winter. The air smelled clean and clear.
She decided to climb a tree. She found one with good, sturdy, low-hanging branches and began to climb. She felt the rough bark beneath her soft hands. It stung a little but she continued to climb until she had reached the top branch. She surveyed the world around her. She was on top of the--!
The branch snapped.
As she looked around, she saw squirrels frantically running around, gathering nuts for the winter to come. She heard a few birds chirping, and the honk of Canadian geese on their way south for the winter. The air smelled clean and clear.
She decided to climb a tree. She found one with good, sturdy, low-hanging branches and began to climb. She felt the rough bark beneath her soft hands. It stung a little but she continued to climb until she had reached the top branch. She surveyed the world around her. She was on top of the--!
The branch snapped.
Music
How does music evoke such emotions within us? How come a song can make us feel energized and on top of the world, or reduce us to tears, or strike a chord within us that resonates with our soul?
Music has been around for thousands of years. It has been studied and developed and created by many different people over many different time periods.
There are so many different styles of music that it is not possible for there to not be something for everyone. From rap to country, everyone should be able to find their favorite.
Some people say that music has saved their lives. Some people who have become deaf say that the thing they miss most is music. And this is because music is able to accomplish something that the spoken word cannot.
Music has been around for thousands of years. It has been studied and developed and created by many different people over many different time periods.
There are so many different styles of music that it is not possible for there to not be something for everyone. From rap to country, everyone should be able to find their favorite.
Some people say that music has saved their lives. Some people who have become deaf say that the thing they miss most is music. And this is because music is able to accomplish something that the spoken word cannot.
I am so tired
I am so tired of writing blog posts, so it is good that I only have four more to go. Time for another random poem about not knowing what to write about.
I could write about a dog
Or a ribbety green frog
I could write about the fog
Or a bark-covered, rough brown log.
I could write about the sun
I could write about the Huns
I could write about some nuns
I could write about some puns!
Maybe describe a purple elephant,
But wait, I can't
They don't exist.
But I just talked about creativity
Permeating through every single activity
And every story that I write,
So I will try to not be trite
But maybe I'll stay up all night
Staring at the glow of my laptop light.
I could tell you what the fox says
But you might not care to know.
We could dress the fox in a fez
And tell it where to go.
Maybe I should've done this sooner
Perhaps when the night wasn't quite so lunar
Next time I'll be sure to tell myself
To not put this project on the shelf.
I could write about a dog
Or a ribbety green frog
I could write about the fog
Or a bark-covered, rough brown log.
I could write about the sun
I could write about the Huns
I could write about some nuns
I could write about some puns!
Maybe describe a purple elephant,
But wait, I can't
They don't exist.
But I just talked about creativity
Permeating through every single activity
And every story that I write,
So I will try to not be trite
But maybe I'll stay up all night
Staring at the glow of my laptop light.
I could tell you what the fox says
But you might not care to know.
We could dress the fox in a fez
And tell it where to go.
Maybe I should've done this sooner
Perhaps when the night wasn't quite so lunar
Next time I'll be sure to tell myself
To not put this project on the shelf.
Mental Health
This week is mental health awareness week, so I think that it is only an appropriate question to ask: what is mental health? Over the years, psychology and psychiatry have used a number of different terms from Latin and Greek roots to describe behavior types that have been observed in people. But what are these people other than those who differ from the "cultural norm", which is an ever-shifting concept?
There is no set standard of mental health that anyone can be held up against. It is easy to define mental illness as "a psychiatric disorder that disrupts a person's thinking, feeling, mood, and ability to relate to others",; but I think the definition of mental health is one that is more elusive. Yes, it would by default be the opposite of mental illness, but is it not true that everyone has certain ways of thinking, feeling, mood, and relating to others? And who's decision is it if those are disruptive or not?
Think about that.
There is no set standard of mental health that anyone can be held up against. It is easy to define mental illness as "a psychiatric disorder that disrupts a person's thinking, feeling, mood, and ability to relate to others",; but I think the definition of mental health is one that is more elusive. Yes, it would by default be the opposite of mental illness, but is it not true that everyone has certain ways of thinking, feeling, mood, and relating to others? And who's decision is it if those are disruptive or not?
Think about that.
Writing
I was a better writer as a child than I am today. This may make no sense. Shouldn't one improve over time? Shouldn't I even better today than last month, last year, 5 years ago? Yes.
But there is one problem, one thing that has kept me from continuing to develop my writing skills over the years. And that is logic. When I look back over my childhood writings, they were creative and imaginative, silly and comical. now, it is as if I have been tainted with logic. There is no more room for imaginative or comical, not when logic takes over and says "That can't actually happen."
Sure, over time, my grammar and vocabulary have improved, but not my creativity. The worst thing that writing can contain is overused clichés. Another reason my writing as a child was better than my writing now is that when I was a child, I had no idea what the clichés were to even know how to use them. Everything was creative because everything came from my brain only. Syntax and structure weren't as big of a deal, so creativity came out more easily. Now, the clichés are so ingrained into my head that they automatically flow from my fingers to the screen, or my pen to the paper.
But there is one problem, one thing that has kept me from continuing to develop my writing skills over the years. And that is logic. When I look back over my childhood writings, they were creative and imaginative, silly and comical. now, it is as if I have been tainted with logic. There is no more room for imaginative or comical, not when logic takes over and says "That can't actually happen."
Sure, over time, my grammar and vocabulary have improved, but not my creativity. The worst thing that writing can contain is overused clichés. Another reason my writing as a child was better than my writing now is that when I was a child, I had no idea what the clichés were to even know how to use them. Everything was creative because everything came from my brain only. Syntax and structure weren't as big of a deal, so creativity came out more easily. Now, the clichés are so ingrained into my head that they automatically flow from my fingers to the screen, or my pen to the paper.
Ballet
As far back as I can remember, I danced. Classical ballet, of course. When I was about 2 years old, my mom, like every other mom, put me in tights and a tutu and sent me off to ballet class. Once a week I would stand in front of a full-length mirror with a dozen other identically dressed girls and awkwardly copy the movements of the teacher. At the end of the year we would do the same thing on stage, except there was no mirror, and the teacher stood off to the side.
This is as far as most little girls get in ballet. Not me. I continued to dance on throughout the years. I grew to love it. It became so much more to me than just something my mom signed me up for. Gradually, I got better and advanced through the levels.
Sadly, classical ballet proved to be too rigorous for me. By the time I was a teenager, it seemed, ballet was no longer a hobby at the dance school I went to. It was training. Training for a career, who can get into this company, who can score this audition with this big school, and I didn't want that. But dance will always hold a special place in my heart. A way of expressing myself that I hope to teach my own daughter someday.
Homework
In this post I am going to talk about homework. An overwhelming amount of homework is given to students on a regular basis. Students already work at school for 6-8 hours. Then they are expected to go home and do another 3-5 hours of homework in their "free time" at home. Typically, extracurricular activities are not taken into consideration. Neither is sleep.
We are not just students. We are athletes, we are artists, we are musicians. We have soccer games and guitar practice and youth group to go to. We have chores to do and families and friends to spend time with. As humans we require a certain amount of sleep to function.
Believe it or not, I am not trying to say that homework should be eliminated entirely. A better solution would be for the teachers to work together to come up with an appropriate amount of total homework assignments due. They should also take into account extracurricular activities, so that young people can develop a wide variety of interests and have the freedoms they desire.
We are not just students. We are athletes, we are artists, we are musicians. We have soccer games and guitar practice and youth group to go to. We have chores to do and families and friends to spend time with. As humans we require a certain amount of sleep to function.
Believe it or not, I am not trying to say that homework should be eliminated entirely. A better solution would be for the teachers to work together to come up with an appropriate amount of total homework assignments due. They should also take into account extracurricular activities, so that young people can develop a wide variety of interests and have the freedoms they desire.
Society and Appearance
Too much of an emphasis is placed on appearance. People judge on appearances first and true inner self later. What some people don't realize is that there are many different ways of expressing your inner self on the outside.
Some people can feel suppressed because of the fear of being judged by others. They don't want to be express themselves through their appearance in the way that they would prefer because they fear that other people would pass judgment on them based on it. The problem does not lie with them, it lies with the judgmental ones.
One of my favorite things is cool and unique hairstyles. Different colors, different lengths, spiked, mohawks, they're all pretty rad. But I feel like some people who want these hairstyles end up not getting them because they worry that other people will think they're weird. Don't let yourself make decisions based on others' views of you. Though it is important how others perceive you, it is not as important as it seems. What is important is that you're comfortable in who you are. So go ahead. Get that crazy haircut.
Some people can feel suppressed because of the fear of being judged by others. They don't want to be express themselves through their appearance in the way that they would prefer because they fear that other people would pass judgment on them based on it. The problem does not lie with them, it lies with the judgmental ones.
One of my favorite things is cool and unique hairstyles. Different colors, different lengths, spiked, mohawks, they're all pretty rad. But I feel like some people who want these hairstyles end up not getting them because they worry that other people will think they're weird. Don't let yourself make decisions based on others' views of you. Though it is important how others perceive you, it is not as important as it seems. What is important is that you're comfortable in who you are. So go ahead. Get that crazy haircut.
Running
My feet rhythmically pound the ground. I am out of breath. The wind is whistling in my ears. I am running.
I love running because it makes me feel free. I feel like I am flying when I run. It is a good outlet for excess energy.
Running is an easy sport to get into because it is inexpensive and you can fit it into almost any schedule. It doesn't matter how much you run, as long as you get into the habit of running. Eventually you will build up your endurance and be able to run faster and longer distances.
When I was a freshman and sophomore, I developed shin splints which kept me from running when they got really bad. It was hard because I enjoyed running and couldn't do what I loved to do. Now that my legs have healed I can get back into it and experience again. This time I won't take it for granted.
I love running because it makes me feel free. I feel like I am flying when I run. It is a good outlet for excess energy.
Running is an easy sport to get into because it is inexpensive and you can fit it into almost any schedule. It doesn't matter how much you run, as long as you get into the habit of running. Eventually you will build up your endurance and be able to run faster and longer distances.
When I was a freshman and sophomore, I developed shin splints which kept me from running when they got really bad. It was hard because I enjoyed running and couldn't do what I loved to do. Now that my legs have healed I can get back into it and experience again. This time I won't take it for granted.
Impressing People
"We spend money we don't have on things we don't need to impress people we don't like." Why is this?
First of all, we can't even afford whatever it is that we're buying. It makes no sense to spend money you don't have because it leads to debt and history has proved time and again that going into debt is generally a bad idea.
The only reason to spend money you don't have is if it's actually something you need, like food, or shelter, or medicine. Maslowe's hierarchy of needs shows that these basic needs are the most important, and in fact we can't focus on any other needs until these immediate basic ones are met. If someone is able to focus on things they don't need, that must mean they have enough money to buy all the things they do need, they just don't have the money for a lot of extra things.
However, in some cases, trying to impress people you don't like does make sense. The people that you like have probably reciprocated that like towards you as well, which means that they're already impressed by you and you have no need to try around them. Though this may be the case, it is still unnecessary in most circumstances to spend money you don't have on things you don't like for the sole purpose of impressing others. If you get something, it should be because you need it; or you want it and like it and your needs have been met.
First of all, we can't even afford whatever it is that we're buying. It makes no sense to spend money you don't have because it leads to debt and history has proved time and again that going into debt is generally a bad idea.
The only reason to spend money you don't have is if it's actually something you need, like food, or shelter, or medicine. Maslowe's hierarchy of needs shows that these basic needs are the most important, and in fact we can't focus on any other needs until these immediate basic ones are met. If someone is able to focus on things they don't need, that must mean they have enough money to buy all the things they do need, they just don't have the money for a lot of extra things.
However, in some cases, trying to impress people you don't like does make sense. The people that you like have probably reciprocated that like towards you as well, which means that they're already impressed by you and you have no need to try around them. Though this may be the case, it is still unnecessary in most circumstances to spend money you don't have on things you don't like for the sole purpose of impressing others. If you get something, it should be because you need it; or you want it and like it and your needs have been met.
Comfort Zone
They say that life begins outside of your comfort zone. It seems like it would be the other way around-the best things in life would happen during a situation where you are completely secure and comfortable with the surroundings, right? Wrong.
Comfort zones tend to box people in to limits that they impose on themselves and refuse to cross. They tell themselves "I'm comfortable here. Why cross that line into a realm where something bad might happen to me?" It's easy to develop this mentality, and so much harder to break out of it.
Some of the best experiences of my life happened when I stepped out of my comfort zone, from things as minor as riding a roller coaster to as major as attending the youth and government conference to debate bills. I found that when I stepped "out of my comfort zone into the realm of the unknown", (Voice of Truth, Casting Crowns) I ended up having more fun than if I had stayed in my comfortable little box.
"Fix You", by Coldplay, says that "If you never try you'll never know/Just what you're worth." Sometimes, the fear of failure can convince you to not even try something, but you can't let this happen. You could succeed, but you won't know unless you try. And if you mess up, your mistakes will teach you a lesson and show you how to do better next time.
Comfort zones tend to box people in to limits that they impose on themselves and refuse to cross. They tell themselves "I'm comfortable here. Why cross that line into a realm where something bad might happen to me?" It's easy to develop this mentality, and so much harder to break out of it.
Some of the best experiences of my life happened when I stepped out of my comfort zone, from things as minor as riding a roller coaster to as major as attending the youth and government conference to debate bills. I found that when I stepped "out of my comfort zone into the realm of the unknown", (Voice of Truth, Casting Crowns) I ended up having more fun than if I had stayed in my comfortable little box.
"Fix You", by Coldplay, says that "If you never try you'll never know/Just what you're worth." Sometimes, the fear of failure can convince you to not even try something, but you can't let this happen. You could succeed, but you won't know unless you try. And if you mess up, your mistakes will teach you a lesson and show you how to do better next time.
Poem
Oh why did I wait
Until it was so late
To write these blog posts?
I don't know what to write about
So let's just wait and see.
Should I write about a ghost
Since it's nearing Halloween?
Or maybe the leaves
How they change colors in the fall
Or men named Steve
Who walk through the mall.
Or the government shutdown
Have they lost their mind?
It's like they left town
And left nothing behind.
Or the problems in Syria
That you hear on the news.
There's just so much drama,
What will they choose?
This poem needs to be twice as long
As it is right now
I realize waiting was really wrong
I just might have a cow.
How? How would I have a cow?
It is not biologically possible.
But "Don't take this literally, now,
That would not be plausible."
I could write about the sky
And how it has so many colors
But that would take up so much time
You might begin to shudder.
I could write about that airplane
That I hear outside my window
Maybe they are flying to Spain
Or maybe just Greensboro.
I could write about the songs
That I sing to myself at night
Or whether it is right or wrong
To turn away or fight.
There are so many things to write about
But right now, I haven't the time.
However, I have absolutely no doubt
They will come, later tonight.
Until it was so late
To write these blog posts?
I don't know what to write about
So let's just wait and see.
Should I write about a ghost
Since it's nearing Halloween?
Or maybe the leaves
How they change colors in the fall
Or men named Steve
Who walk through the mall.
Or the government shutdown
Have they lost their mind?
It's like they left town
And left nothing behind.
Or the problems in Syria
That you hear on the news.
There's just so much drama,
What will they choose?
This poem needs to be twice as long
As it is right now
I realize waiting was really wrong
I just might have a cow.
How? How would I have a cow?
It is not biologically possible.
But "Don't take this literally, now,
That would not be plausible."
I could write about the sky
And how it has so many colors
But that would take up so much time
You might begin to shudder.
I could write about that airplane
That I hear outside my window
Maybe they are flying to Spain
Or maybe just Greensboro.
I could write about the songs
That I sing to myself at night
Or whether it is right or wrong
To turn away or fight.
There are so many things to write about
But right now, I haven't the time.
However, I have absolutely no doubt
They will come, later tonight.
Terror at Stone Mountain
My breath catches in my throat. I'm not sure I can do this. Why did I sign up for this in the first place? I want to go back down. Down. I look down and immediately wish I hadn't. Even though I'm only a couple dozen feet up in the air, I might as well be on top of Mount Everest. "Don't look down!" my friends tell me. But of course, it's too late. Realizing that the only way down is forward, I lift up my eyes and look in front of me. Thin, unsteady wooden boards and rope with a little bit of slack in it are all that connects me to the next platform.
All of a sudden, the steady drizzle turns into a practical downpour. Now on top of all that, the boards will be slippery and I will have a hard time getting a good grip.
I take a deep breath. The only thing separating me from sure and certain death is this harness I have attached to a rope, and I'm not positive that it even works.
My friends continue to encourage me. "You can do it! We believe in you!" they say. Finally, with one last burst of determination, I step out from the platform. Miraculously, I make it to the other side in one piece and finish the course strong. When I finally reach the bottom and look back on the past grueling minutes of my existence, I am glad that I challenged myself.
Success?
I often find myself disagreeing with the cultural American definition of success-you work as hard as you can to get as high up on the success ladder as possible, and if you knock someone down a few rungs on the way, it's ok. Our culture places too much of an emphasis on perfection, and this is what success has become known as. People think that in order to be successful, you can never mess up. You can't make a mistake. This is a dangerous mentality to have.
I want to be a doctor when I grow up. If I were to believe this mentality about success equaling perfection, I might not ever reach my goal because I would get so caught up in getting every little thing right that I would lose focus of the bigger picture. While it is important to focus on the small tasks at hand, one should also take into consideration how they fit into the bigger picture.
If you were to have this mentality while you were trying to reach your big, top-of-the-ladder goals of success, you would get stuck on your way up because failure is inevitable. You're going to mess up at some point in life, and when you do, you can't become discouraged about it and give up.
Introversion and Extroversion
Different people have many different opinions about the personality traits of outgoing versus inward. Some people think that you are either one or the other, while others find that there are so many gray areas between the two that it is difficult to figure out whether someone is strictly an introvert or an extrovert.
I agree more with this second opinion. You have to take into account someone's circumstances and surroundings. While there are people who are naturally more outgoing than others, everybody has a comfort zone, it's just that some people's comfort zones are larger than others'.
I find in myself that I am naturally introverted. I often prefer to be on my own or with a small group of close friends. But what I have also found out is when I am with these friends, I am very comfortable and outgoing. Extroverted, even. I have also developed the ability to fake being comfortable and confident with myself, even when I'm not, and this helps me be more outgoing when it's necessary. They say "fake it till you make it" and in some cases this actually works. One can fake being confident until they actually do feel the confidence within them.
I agree more with this second opinion. You have to take into account someone's circumstances and surroundings. While there are people who are naturally more outgoing than others, everybody has a comfort zone, it's just that some people's comfort zones are larger than others'.
I find in myself that I am naturally introverted. I often prefer to be on my own or with a small group of close friends. But what I have also found out is when I am with these friends, I am very comfortable and outgoing. Extroverted, even. I have also developed the ability to fake being comfortable and confident with myself, even when I'm not, and this helps me be more outgoing when it's necessary. They say "fake it till you make it" and in some cases this actually works. One can fake being confident until they actually do feel the confidence within them.
Procrastination
I am suffering from writer's block at the moment but I have to finish this assignment so I am going to write about that. I probably should not have procrastinated on this so much. It is due tomorrow and I still have a lot to do. This should be fun. I am using sarcasm here.
Procrastination. My definition is when you put off until tomorrow what could be done today, and repeat the process tomorrow. Until you find yourself the night before the due date frantically trying to come up with things to write about. I'm not sure why I procrastinated. It's not that I don't enjoy writing, I do. I love it. Especially when I can come up with a good topic to write about. Maybe it was because I started late because I had BlogSpot connection problems at my house. Maybe I couldn't come up with a good topic, or maybe I had other things to do. Or maybe it was just such a long-term assignment I thought I had plenty of time. I have so many excuses.
Anyway, next quarter I will probably not wait so long until I start the assignment because I have learned my lesson.
Procrastination. My definition is when you put off until tomorrow what could be done today, and repeat the process tomorrow. Until you find yourself the night before the due date frantically trying to come up with things to write about. I'm not sure why I procrastinated. It's not that I don't enjoy writing, I do. I love it. Especially when I can come up with a good topic to write about. Maybe it was because I started late because I had BlogSpot connection problems at my house. Maybe I couldn't come up with a good topic, or maybe I had other things to do. Or maybe it was just such a long-term assignment I thought I had plenty of time. I have so many excuses.
Anyway, next quarter I will probably not wait so long until I start the assignment because I have learned my lesson.
PE
As a child I was never really athletic. In PE I would always shy away from the ball. I got an A in the class for showing up and "participating", but the truth is I put on my gym uniform and stood in a corner as far away from the action as I could get. Turns out the only thing I was really good at was dodgeball. I was so good at dodging the ball that I always ended up being the last one standing on my team. The one everybody depended on to hit the backboard so they could get out of jail and back in the game. The one who got laughed at when I nervously picked up a ball and threw it as hard as I could, only to watch in defeat as it followed the laws of gravity and fell back to the ground, five feet away.
Towards the end of my years in PE, I grew to learn what the class was really about. It doesn't actually stand for public embarrassment. It doesn't really matter how good you are at the sport, as long as you have fun! The point of the class is to teach you how to have fun while exercising to stay healthy. I found that when I laughed at myself along with everyone else, it was easier to shrug it off and have fun.
You are awesome for reading this!
Towards the end of my years in PE, I grew to learn what the class was really about. It doesn't actually stand for public embarrassment. It doesn't really matter how good you are at the sport, as long as you have fun! The point of the class is to teach you how to have fun while exercising to stay healthy. I found that when I laughed at myself along with everyone else, it was easier to shrug it off and have fun.
You are awesome for reading this!
Growing Up
Growing up, I was always the shortest kid in my class. My growth pattern wasn't even on the charts. I was the same size as, or even smaller than, kids two or three years younger than me. It was like this for years-in some restaurants I had to use a booster seat even after I stopped ordering off the kids' menu, and I was the last kid to still bring their car seat on field trips in elementary school. On the first day of school, teachers who didn't already know me would ask me if I was lost on my way to the kindergarten hallway. I was eight years old before I could reach the shortest water fountain. And as I navigated my way through the halls of middle school during my 6th grade year, people would often run into me, apologize, and say "Oh, you're so short that I didn't see you there!"
Despite the annoying difficulties of my small stature, I refused to let it bother me too much. So what if I still had to shop in the children's section for my clothes? They were cheaper there anyway! Plus, I could get free ice cream and get on the kiddie rides at theme parks. One thing my granddad told me that helped me endure the teasing was, "You aren't too short. After all, your legs reach the ground."
In 7th grade, I finally started to catch up with my peers. I now have friends who are shorter than me, and I stand proudly at the height of 5'2 3/4", though I probably won't grow any more. (I haven't given up hope on that one last 1/4 of an inch, though. I'll keep you guys updated on that).
You are awesome for reading this!
Despite the annoying difficulties of my small stature, I refused to let it bother me too much. So what if I still had to shop in the children's section for my clothes? They were cheaper there anyway! Plus, I could get free ice cream and get on the kiddie rides at theme parks. One thing my granddad told me that helped me endure the teasing was, "You aren't too short. After all, your legs reach the ground."
In 7th grade, I finally started to catch up with my peers. I now have friends who are shorter than me, and I stand proudly at the height of 5'2 3/4", though I probably won't grow any more. (I haven't given up hope on that one last 1/4 of an inch, though. I'll keep you guys updated on that).
You are awesome for reading this!
Introduction
Hello lovely internet world! Welcome to my blog, and thanks for stopping by! This blog will probably be a culmination of my ramblings, opinions on certain things, experiences, likes and dislikes, short stories, poetry, and life in general.
I don't really know how to run a blog but I guess there's no wrong way to do it so I'm gonna tell you about myself.
My name is Lina. I'm 16 and a junior in high school. My life is a mixture of crazily hectic and awesome. I'm a devoted Christ follower and that pretty much defines every other aspect of my life. Some people would call me a well-rounded person because I have a lot of interests. I enjoy music-I play the flute, piccolo (think tiny high-pitched flute), piano, mallet instruments (think giant glorified xylophone type things), and I've dabbled a bit in guitar. And I sing. I like writing. I did NaNoWriMo as a freshman and I plan on doing it this November as well (3 weeks!). Ever since I was three or four years old, I read books voraciously; I could not get enough of them, and that continues to this day. I love elephants; chocolate; and the colors purple, silver, and black. You will learn more about me in my future blog posts, I hope!
You all are awesome for reading this.
I don't really know how to run a blog but I guess there's no wrong way to do it so I'm gonna tell you about myself.
My name is Lina. I'm 16 and a junior in high school. My life is a mixture of crazily hectic and awesome. I'm a devoted Christ follower and that pretty much defines every other aspect of my life. Some people would call me a well-rounded person because I have a lot of interests. I enjoy music-I play the flute, piccolo (think tiny high-pitched flute), piano, mallet instruments (think giant glorified xylophone type things), and I've dabbled a bit in guitar. And I sing. I like writing. I did NaNoWriMo as a freshman and I plan on doing it this November as well (3 weeks!). Ever since I was three or four years old, I read books voraciously; I could not get enough of them, and that continues to this day. I love elephants; chocolate; and the colors purple, silver, and black. You will learn more about me in my future blog posts, I hope!
You all are awesome for reading this.
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