Our first writing project is lots of fun! I love the g.a. we have! She is pretty much an angel at 8am. *WHAT A RELIEF*
We are writing our own "This I Belive" essay. If you aren't familiar check it out. Pretty awesome stuff! Just for kicks I'll post my very rough draft. (The G.A. referred to it as a Shitty First Draft and all the freshman freaked. It was the beginning of a good day. :)
Live Life in Child-like Faith
My two-cent worth of wisdom would be: Live the life you knew as a child. Growing up I was such a curious child. I followed those I admired and clung tightly to those I trust. My parents always taught me to build off a solid foundation. Be it forts of pillows and blankets, my character, or the relationships with those few I choose to share the deepest parts of me, I have always done my best to build a cornerstone and proper support throughout the growth of every major piece of life. Though not always easy to admit, I know my parents were wiser than I. Once again, I have found their advice most useful.
Trust. My father was my hero. I would do anything he said in a heartbeat. I knew he loved me and that he had my best interest at heart. I was the lucky kid on the block with the in-ground pool, and a diving board with a spring that I thought could let me touch the moon. I remember when I was starting to learn how to swim. The floaties came off my arms and I was allowed to jump off the diving board. Two whole summers I sat on the steps with full gear on, ready to go: inner tubes, floaties, nose plugs, goggles and flippers covering my swimsuit. I sat watching and splashing as my sister dove down under the surface to get the brightly colored diving sticks.
Faded as the hand-me-down swimsuit my sister had wore years before, I sought after those same diving sticks. Dad stood arms reached out to catch me. “Read. Set. Go!” I ran, jumped with all my might, and hoped to just get one of those sticks. Dad knew I was more anxious than I could physically be prepared for the deceiving depths of the pool and caught me just as I bobbled the surface. I coughed and clutched him closely as he pushed my bum and reminded me to doggie-paddle. “Again?” he asked. My eyes glowing, and a grin on my face; I was found on the board once again within seconds. Had it been anyone else I would not have been so eager, but there was no one in the world I trust more than my father. Same holds true to this day.
Imagine. My sister and I were practically joined at the hip since my birth. I always have respected her opinions because she is the one person I could tell anything. As a child we would play with our dolls and live out our “dream goals” through these characters of our imagination. All these characters possessed characteristics of the women in our own lives, but with our interests and curiosities. I discovered through these games my greatest passion was to love and have a family and the rest here-and-there will continue to fall into place. Thankfully, my sister is still the person I tell all my dreams and goals. She knows my fears and she knows my strengths. More than anything I cherish her because she has pushed me to continue to do that which I love, imagine the impossible and settle for nothing less. Without my imagination, life would be completely ordinary and bland.
Believe. I grew up in church. My parents had my Sunday dress pressed and laid out with my shoes and tights before I was awakened. I went to a private school with thirty other kids in my grade where I stood and said the pledge of allegiance to the American flag, the Christian flag, and the Bible. Sunday through Friday I was in the same 15 archers of land breathing religion. The fundamentals of this faith taught me more about life and that which I value than I probably will ever fully understand.
Tragedy brings us together and breaks us apart. Belief was the glue that kept my family together when I lost my father at the age of ten. I believe all things happen of a reason. I believe in a peace after the storm. I believe in a higher power which restores balance in the world. Because I chose to believe and seek good, I have learned much about life and have begun to understand the course it takes. I have gone through terrible experiences, but hope and my beliefs have brought me great joy.
Child instincts are the most pure of all. Where have these instincts go as I have aged? Did the world corrupt me so gravely that I have forgotten the art of humanity? Can I ever get them back? I do my best to remember the values my father practiced. I study books and philosophy to better understand the world and the people who rule it hoping to make it a better place. I have found the more I learn, the less I know.
The most valuable lessons I carry are to trust, imagine, and believe. The best advice I can give simply put would be to hold fast to the foundations you once clung, to that in which you most believe. And please, don’t forget to live your life in child like faith.
We are writing our own "This I Belive" essay. If you aren't familiar check it out. Pretty awesome stuff! Just for kicks I'll post my very rough draft. (The G.A. referred to it as a Shitty First Draft and all the freshman freaked. It was the beginning of a good day. :)
Live Life in Child-like Faith
My two-cent worth of wisdom would be: Live the life you knew as a child. Growing up I was such a curious child. I followed those I admired and clung tightly to those I trust. My parents always taught me to build off a solid foundation. Be it forts of pillows and blankets, my character, or the relationships with those few I choose to share the deepest parts of me, I have always done my best to build a cornerstone and proper support throughout the growth of every major piece of life. Though not always easy to admit, I know my parents were wiser than I. Once again, I have found their advice most useful.
Trust. My father was my hero. I would do anything he said in a heartbeat. I knew he loved me and that he had my best interest at heart. I was the lucky kid on the block with the in-ground pool, and a diving board with a spring that I thought could let me touch the moon. I remember when I was starting to learn how to swim. The floaties came off my arms and I was allowed to jump off the diving board. Two whole summers I sat on the steps with full gear on, ready to go: inner tubes, floaties, nose plugs, goggles and flippers covering my swimsuit. I sat watching and splashing as my sister dove down under the surface to get the brightly colored diving sticks.
Faded as the hand-me-down swimsuit my sister had wore years before, I sought after those same diving sticks. Dad stood arms reached out to catch me. “Read. Set. Go!” I ran, jumped with all my might, and hoped to just get one of those sticks. Dad knew I was more anxious than I could physically be prepared for the deceiving depths of the pool and caught me just as I bobbled the surface. I coughed and clutched him closely as he pushed my bum and reminded me to doggie-paddle. “Again?” he asked. My eyes glowing, and a grin on my face; I was found on the board once again within seconds. Had it been anyone else I would not have been so eager, but there was no one in the world I trust more than my father. Same holds true to this day.
Imagine. My sister and I were practically joined at the hip since my birth. I always have respected her opinions because she is the one person I could tell anything. As a child we would play with our dolls and live out our “dream goals” through these characters of our imagination. All these characters possessed characteristics of the women in our own lives, but with our interests and curiosities. I discovered through these games my greatest passion was to love and have a family and the rest here-and-there will continue to fall into place. Thankfully, my sister is still the person I tell all my dreams and goals. She knows my fears and she knows my strengths. More than anything I cherish her because she has pushed me to continue to do that which I love, imagine the impossible and settle for nothing less. Without my imagination, life would be completely ordinary and bland.
Believe. I grew up in church. My parents had my Sunday dress pressed and laid out with my shoes and tights before I was awakened. I went to a private school with thirty other kids in my grade where I stood and said the pledge of allegiance to the American flag, the Christian flag, and the Bible. Sunday through Friday I was in the same 15 archers of land breathing religion. The fundamentals of this faith taught me more about life and that which I value than I probably will ever fully understand.
Tragedy brings us together and breaks us apart. Belief was the glue that kept my family together when I lost my father at the age of ten. I believe all things happen of a reason. I believe in a peace after the storm. I believe in a higher power which restores balance in the world. Because I chose to believe and seek good, I have learned much about life and have begun to understand the course it takes. I have gone through terrible experiences, but hope and my beliefs have brought me great joy.
Child instincts are the most pure of all. Where have these instincts go as I have aged? Did the world corrupt me so gravely that I have forgotten the art of humanity? Can I ever get them back? I do my best to remember the values my father practiced. I study books and philosophy to better understand the world and the people who rule it hoping to make it a better place. I have found the more I learn, the less I know.
The most valuable lessons I carry are to trust, imagine, and believe. The best advice I can give simply put would be to hold fast to the foundations you once clung, to that in which you most believe. And please, don’t forget to live your life in child like faith.
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