Why is tumblr filled with hopeless romantics? Oh wait, cause three-quarters of the users that casually use this site as a blog are all girls. I wonder why that correlation exists. I just can’t wrap my tiny little head around it. How big is my head anyway? I just measured. I have a head with a…
hello friend! it's me. aka julie anne. just checking up on your tumblr now that i don't have one... i'm going to that book fair thing tonight to read to little kids, and both the people who were supposed to do it with me ended up having last minute direct conflicts. so basically i will be alone... cool. are you going?
I went already! I’m sad that I didn’t see you there. While i was there I bought books!! Tess and I spent a combined $108.72, which is a lot. She bought teenager books. And I got Pnin by Nabokov, Jiroshima by Hersey, The Glass Castle by Walls, and Cold Mountain by Frazier! I’m so excited to read themmm!!!
Paragraph 1. College Essay. Any advice? Comments? Unclear Points?
My own self, at my very best, all the time. Easier said than done. This is the motto of my summer camp, a place where I began to balance my life. Over the past six years I have placed myself into some of my most challenging situations of my life. I would have never imagined myself hiking the Hundred Mile Wilderness or biking 900 miles around Nova Scotia. I have become one of the “Audacious Few” that are so common at Merrowvista, but so rare in common day life. Last summer, I hiked the Hundred Mile Wilderness. It was one of the most challenging things that I have ever done. It was not only physically challenging, but mentally, socially and emotionally as well. I woke up each day with the previous day’s sores and bruises, heaved on my pack, and kept hiking. Mentally I had to keep myself occupied; when I was not distracted all I thought about was my cumulative pain. In order to keep distracted I talked with my fellow hikers. There were ten of us total. We talked about everything, friends, family, books, politics, everything. When we weren’t talking, the nostalgia took over. Why was I doing this? Friends and family are at home, clean, comfortable, warm, and I am in the woods carrying a backpack that weighs more than half my body weight. I kept going and was persistent. I didn’t give up, and I’m glad that I didn’t. I challenged myself and it was worth it. I will continue to challenge myself no matter where I go. Sadly, camp ended too quickly along with summer, and the fall came.