Statement: I need to practice violin.
Complication: I can’t practice in my dorm; I have to practice in a practice room in the Old Capitol Mall which is a good ten minute walk from Daum (my residence hall). 561 more words
I’ve been asked to explain what it’s like to grow up female too many times to count. I’m kidding. No one ever asks that. But whatever, I can’t wait around for someone to call me up, ask thoughtful questions about being a woman, and then schedule a convenient time to sit at the end of my bed with rapt attention as I launch into “the story.” This blog is firstly, things that are important to me, even if no one else is listening. 959 more words