It is my last night before senior year, and I’m trying my best not to have a mini panic attack as I type. I want to share a last thing with you now, before I sink into the pit of despair (=stress) that will be my graduation paper.
I have been nominated by the lovely Pooja for what is called the “ecouraging thunder” award!
Alors, my nominees are:
And this, me loves, is why I entered the blogosphere:
When I was eleven, my teacher set us the assignment to write a short story every week. And of course, being the…special…child that I was, my first story was all about a nine-year-old boy who manages to get stuck on the ceiling during a particularly rough game of dodge-ball in gym class.
The boy’s name was Karl, and the story was a hit. I continued to write about Karl and his misadventures (always reading them out loud to my class-mates, because at age eleven one has no shame) for the following two years – until primary school ended. And then, as I started middle school, I was left staring into a void of non-readership, no one to write for. It was a dark two years of my life.
This may or may not be the cause of my incredibly unique fashion choices in that period, but let’s not dwell.
Then, I discovered a new light: the school’s semi-annual magazine! With great relief, I poured my heart into a single article every six months, until recently, when even this could no longer quench my thirst for fame and recognition.
So I started Penny Shares Too Much, with the intention of slowly building up an audience that I can provide with tidbits for all eternity.
And now I sit here, quietly hoping that no one unfollows me for this blatent honesty.
Actually, no, I really do hope that you enjoy what I write, and if anyone has opinions that will shock and offend me, hell, I’ll even be thrilled to see those in the comment section!
I suppose everyone writes for their own amusement to a certain extent, but don’t we all want our voice to be heard?