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Hello, nobody!
This is maybe the 6th blog I have started? It was definitely quite a nostalgic moment looking at all my previous blogs, and dare I say it, but they weren't terrible! I think perhaps that by lack of practice in creative writing, my skills have atrophied. Years and years of doing no writing besides essays in school have dulled my creativity.
When I was much younger, I was going to be a writer. I didn't want to be a writer-no, I was going to be a writer. There was nothing I loved more than finding a quiet corner and curling up with a book and following the adventures of feisty protagonists with an uncommon gift for leadership and intelligence. I imagined myself on the journey with them, swinging a sword, or wearing pretty dresses. I grew a little older and became a touch more grounded in reality. I changed my plans. I wouldn't be a writer, I would be an editor. I would read books and be nitpicky for a living. It sounded like a dream come true.
Different visions have come and gone throughout the years. I thought I would be an inventor, an artist, a seamstress, and everything between. But I suppose there was no escaping from STEM. Both of my parents were in science academia and I had always excelled in math and science in school (reading and writing too, but where's the money in that?) Watching my brother and friends grow up and join math clubs, science competitions, reading the news about new scientific discovery, and the push in schools towards STEM education ensured that there was no question-I'd be a science girl. In fact, here I sit, in my college dorm room in my freshman year, as an unshakable engineering major and considering double majoring in computer science. I'm still not quite sure where my life is going to take me, but I know it will be science. I want to help people, I want to understand things. But of course, with literature (am I even allowed to call it that?) being such a big part of my life for so long, it's never really escaped that little corner of my mind that it's been sitting in. I'll be completing a certificate in core texts and ideas (like ancient books, religion, and philosophy) in the hopes that I can understand things more qualitatively.
There's a list of writing ideas in my journal. For quite a while now, I've been intending to sit down and write just the most thought-provoking, insightful essays and pieces and blow everyone away with my prowess because clearly, I'm so experienced. I wrote a few pieces for a teen magazine once, but honestly, I hated them. I know that no one is going to read this blog, but I do think it's important for me to do a little more creative-ish writing beyond the reflections I've been putting in my journal. Maybe the practice will do me good, like sunshine. But don't expect high quality writing; I won't be spending any time proofreading. Maybe one day this will serve as a portfolio of sorts (I do hope to do more magazine/paper writings, maybe even some op-eds?). But more realistically, this will stay hidden on the internet for me to express some useless, unedited, unfiltered thoughts no one asked for.
Thanks for reading, nobody!
This is maybe the 6th blog I have started? It was definitely quite a nostalgic moment looking at all my previous blogs, and dare I say it, but they weren't terrible! I think perhaps that by lack of practice in creative writing, my skills have atrophied. Years and years of doing no writing besides essays in school have dulled my creativity.
When I was much younger, I was going to be a writer. I didn't want to be a writer-no, I was going to be a writer. There was nothing I loved more than finding a quiet corner and curling up with a book and following the adventures of feisty protagonists with an uncommon gift for leadership and intelligence. I imagined myself on the journey with them, swinging a sword, or wearing pretty dresses. I grew a little older and became a touch more grounded in reality. I changed my plans. I wouldn't be a writer, I would be an editor. I would read books and be nitpicky for a living. It sounded like a dream come true.
Different visions have come and gone throughout the years. I thought I would be an inventor, an artist, a seamstress, and everything between. But I suppose there was no escaping from STEM. Both of my parents were in science academia and I had always excelled in math and science in school (reading and writing too, but where's the money in that?) Watching my brother and friends grow up and join math clubs, science competitions, reading the news about new scientific discovery, and the push in schools towards STEM education ensured that there was no question-I'd be a science girl. In fact, here I sit, in my college dorm room in my freshman year, as an unshakable engineering major and considering double majoring in computer science. I'm still not quite sure where my life is going to take me, but I know it will be science. I want to help people, I want to understand things. But of course, with literature (am I even allowed to call it that?) being such a big part of my life for so long, it's never really escaped that little corner of my mind that it's been sitting in. I'll be completing a certificate in core texts and ideas (like ancient books, religion, and philosophy) in the hopes that I can understand things more qualitatively.
There's a list of writing ideas in my journal. For quite a while now, I've been intending to sit down and write just the most thought-provoking, insightful essays and pieces and blow everyone away with my prowess because clearly, I'm so experienced. I wrote a few pieces for a teen magazine once, but honestly, I hated them. I know that no one is going to read this blog, but I do think it's important for me to do a little more creative-ish writing beyond the reflections I've been putting in my journal. Maybe the practice will do me good, like sunshine. But don't expect high quality writing; I won't be spending any time proofreading. Maybe one day this will serve as a portfolio of sorts (I do hope to do more magazine/paper writings, maybe even some op-eds?). But more realistically, this will stay hidden on the internet for me to express some useless, unedited, unfiltered thoughts no one asked for.
Thanks for reading, nobody!
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