Friday, July 3, 2015


Growing up I was confused.  Who am I really?  Am I date-able?  What traits would my ideal boyfriend have?  Would I ever find someone who didn’t want to be ‘just friends’?  Boys seemed to fog up my adolescent mind.   I envisioned a day I would marry a man of my dreams, despite the rumors I overheard that I was too unattractive, too forward, and too persistent.  My first adultlike thought was when I was five years old, and I had a desire to be a mommy.  Either this was because of my strong desire to have a sibling, or the unconditional love from my mother inspired me to pursue a similar relationship.  I am not setting up the scene to a teen pregnancy survival story.  Thankfully, and somewhat selfishly, I no longer have the desire to have a child of my own.  I blame the hormones for making my emotions fluctuate at inconvenient times, and for my odd decision making skills. Here I provide you the opportunity to enjoy this unique memoir outlining the high school experience of an average American teenager.

(coming soon :D)