By recently, I mean, during my senior year of high school when I was forced to pick up a study hall at a point in the day that both the art and the choir rooms were unavailable to me. From the moment I stepped through that cafeteria door, I decided it was time to face my fears and begin to fill an extra notebook. Senior year was arguably both my roughest and easiest year, by far. Luckily, I found an outlet for my frustrations circling the loss of friends, college drama, and having to say goodbye to one of the few teachers that inspired me to continue what I loved, art.
(By the way, it was my easiest year because I spent half the day either in one of the two music rooms or in the art room...)
Once I began my collegiate career at the Bowling Green State University last year, my writing slowed down. My poor study hall companion that I had filled almost every centimeter with my tiny scrawl, was pushed aside, and I finally began to find my own way and friends. Spring semester, my writing, though poor, began again, and a leather bound friend found its way into my hands, courtesy of my "best friend, forever," Jaime. Unfortunately, as with the rest of my generation, I find myself spending far too much time at computers, (pauvre Phillipe) and have decided to record my thoughts in a blog.
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