Free Spirit

Growing up I always had a strong desire to run. it always helped me release stress and just think. I always thought that everyone should run to get fresh air and clear their minds. It also helped me concentrate more in my studies.  Especially in grade school when I started playing sports. Basketball, softball, and track. They all were good competitive sports which also gave me time to exercise, gave me time to be out of class, and out of the house. I wasn’t always secluding myself to my bedroom or running around getting in trouble. I always had something to keep me distracted. Being in sports also helped me keep my grades up because in order to be on a team you had to maintain a “b” average and represent the school in a good manner while displaying good conduct.

When I wasn’t playing sports in school I was doing tennis and soccer outside. I took lessons for tennis for five years and I always found it to be my favorite sport. In my free time I loved to swim. Not only did swimming give u great legs but it also gave you an awesome tan line. (haha)

I would have to say that I really never liked the competitive part of the sports I just loved to play and loved the way I felt after I got done playing. It was always so easy to relax and do homework after practice or a game.

what would you do?

                I was thinking about what I should write for this blog, and for some odd reason I was stumped on what event in my life I should write about. I am assuming it has something to do with a narrative paper that had to do with an event in my life. So maybe my heads just fried from all the thinking iv been doing about myself the last two days writing this paper, and also writing blogs about my life. But I decided I could talk about something recently:

                So just recently I was on my way home from school, just like any ordinary day of my life. Of course it was hot out, therefore I had my windows down. I was flipping through my favorite radio stations; 106.9, 9.33, 9.55. I was pulling up to a stop light and decide I don’t want to listen to the commercials that were planning so I quickly change the station. One of my favorite songs from the Counting Crows comes on the radio, then there’s a tap on my window. Like any normal person I was startled and I most likely said something along the lines of “what the F***” and to my surprise it was a firefighter hold up his boot. What would be the first thing that pops into your head when this happens to you? That is probably very similar to what ran across my noggin the second I saw this. I rolled down my window wishing the light would’ve turned green already, but to my dismay, traffic was still whizzing by on the street in front of me, no green light.

It just so happens to turns out that this Mr. Fire Fighter Guy was collecting money to help fight muscular dystrophy.  I give him a couple bucks in his boot and go on my way. Later on down the road I am sitting at another stoplight and a woman knocks on my window and tells me about her organization and how they are raising money with Saint Jude to help fund cancer research. I gave her a couple dollars and went on my way.  

That night as I am pulling out of target there is a man standing on the side of the road with a sign asking for money or food. I pulled over and gave him 3$ and told him to go to Wendy’s. The only reason I did this was because I had others in the car with me and because I thought back to earlier that day and remembered the firefighter and the woman for Saint Jude, and I decided why not help one more person.

not so musical me.

                Growing up I always had this ambition to play the guitar. About four years ago my dad bought me a guitar to help me further those ambitions. No matter what you were trying to accomplish my dad was always there to push you forward and help you weather you succeed or not. But the problem with my ambition was that I was nowhere close to having one ounce of musical talent besides being in the school Christmas play in third grade. I was hoping that I could take classes to learn how to play but the prices were too high, and to add to it, you had to be able to read music notes. This was where I failed. When I say “not musically talented” that’s exactly what I mean. I couldn’t play a guitar note if my life depended on it, and I am far from being able to read a sheet of music, let alone the notes on that sheet of music. I bough tutorial books and cds to try and teach myself how to read music notes and to help me with finger placement on the guitar strings. Once again failing to teach myself how to do this. Which also takes me to 7^th grade where I took classes to play the flute and since I couldn’t read notes my teacher just taught me which holes to use when playing certain songs so that made it easier for me to play the flute. Neither really worked out for me so ever since then I haven’t tried to play any instruments but hopefully someday I can conquer the gutair.

The start

Family and friends think they know who a person is, but they only know what that person chooses to share with them. YOU decide what you want people to know about you as an individual. That is why we each have our own personalities right? That is why I will be writing my blogs to inform and entertain my family, friends, teachers, and fellow classmates about who I am as a daughter, student, and a friend. Informing you as much as possible with past and present events in my life that have influenced me as a person today. This blog is for you if you are someone who is interested in me as a person, interested in my personality, learning styles, or even what I like to do with my free time. Everyday I think to myself, "what do i want people to know about me?" Or when something happens in my life I have to decide if I want people to know about this event. Was it funny? Was it sad? How would this make people feel? What would this make people think? We always face these questions which goes back to the point i made about choosing what we tell others. These thoughts and feelings are ideas on what I will be sharing with you throughout my blog writings. I always believe

"our actions speak louder than words"

 because saying things doesn't mean we will accomplish this or actually put forth an effort, but when we do something and succeed in it, that shows that something was done to get there. Being successful and doing something with your life always makes you important, even if your not recognized for it or rewarded.
I am hoping that from reading my blogs you understand who i am, my personality, and what makes me unique. I find it very crucial to be able to understand someone and be able to know as much as possible about that individual. Even if you aren't friends, it is still a good idea to know someone just in case at some point in time you need to help them or know what makes them laugh and smile.

This is the beginning of me.