So my sister tells me that I need to blog...
I was like, about what? She said, "school" :)
So, I'm the type of person who, many times, allows someone else to carry the conversation on the phone-- and it's not unheard of for me to have moments of silence within the conversation. I email, many times, these days, before I call.
But...this is fun. Sometimes I simply don't know what to say, though writing can be an enjoyable experience. Furthermore, with the business of college life, time is an excuse-- given, a legitimate, and even wise one when appropriate. However, there are gaps and I suppose that blogs don't always have to be long... So here we go!
I began school, at the University level, straight out of High School. College was not something that was crammed down my throat, which is also beneficial for me. College was optional. I didn't even know until my senior year what college I was going to. However, I had a counselor, whose name I still remember, who helped me work through the process of finding and applying to some schools of interest. One week, my Mother and I flew out, and I began my freshman year in Nebraska. Yes... an Illinois city girl, born and raised, left for a small town where I thought there were possibly mountains...
I was like, about what? She said, "school" :)
So, I'm the type of person who, many times, allows someone else to carry the conversation on the phone-- and it's not unheard of for me to have moments of silence within the conversation. I email, many times, these days, before I call.
But...this is fun. Sometimes I simply don't know what to say, though writing can be an enjoyable experience. Furthermore, with the business of college life, time is an excuse-- given, a legitimate, and even wise one when appropriate. However, there are gaps and I suppose that blogs don't always have to be long... So here we go!
I began school, at the University level, straight out of High School. College was not something that was crammed down my throat, which is also beneficial for me. College was optional. I didn't even know until my senior year what college I was going to. However, I had a counselor, whose name I still remember, who helped me work through the process of finding and applying to some schools of interest. One week, my Mother and I flew out, and I began my freshman year in Nebraska. Yes... an Illinois city girl, born and raised, left for a small town where I thought there were possibly mountains...
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