Yes... believe me- I speak the truth. Of course most of the day I am helping mom with Bear's care, but when he's sleeping... I am usually watching a movie, drawing, or writing. Oh boy, Writing.... it's such a huge passion of mine. I guess you can say that I've been a writing muse since I was about 13 years old, but discovered it in my heart when I was 17, and a junior in high school. That year between Honors English and History, I had to write a TON of essays- and found out that I loved it! How ironic is that?!?
Seriously. In middle School, I was homeschooled (7th and 8th grade.... attended OMS /FMS part-time for Band, Language Arts, and Choir). My dad AND my language arts teacher, Mrs. Snyder, both got me into writing. She jumpstarted me with short-stories and such- but it was my DAD, Bear, who really drove me into writing. As a 13 year old teenager, I hadn't really had interest in history prior to my home-schooling. It was just another subject that I couldn't really get into. HA! Oh my heck. Would that all change! My dad introduced to me, what was known as "Western Civilization." I caught onto it right away! At OMS, we had learned briefly about Nomads and the Paleolithic age. BUT we hadn't gotten into history quite like this! Athens! Greece! Sparta! The Parthenon and Agropolis/Polis! I fell in LOVE.... literally. My dad knew this, and not only did he ask me in depth questions that would make me THINK... he had me write essays for him after I read a few chapters- based upon what I had learned.
I remember once- he had assigned me this: "Tell me about the early Greeks. What was the Polis, and how did it originate? Did it have an impact on the life of the Grecians? If so... how?"
YEAH... It sounds like a question that I received for my essays from Mr. Fitch (HA) Junior & Senior Year! My dad never let me back down easily... oh, no. :) I remember studying my BUTT off for that test, and somehow winding up with an A-. I still don't know how I did it... except hard work, determination- and interest. Eh. I guess this is why History is my chosen second major. (Yes- I'm one of those freaks who's planning on/working on double-majoring).
I am ranting here... which is nice, for once. :) I have to admit... it's nice. I guess I should've said that this blog is for my dad and I... since I write about myself (and my family) a bit, too. Ugh- saying that makes me feel selfish- but hey... :)
Take care, friends. Cherish every moment that you live... because you only get to live that moment once.
"Don't cry because it's over... smile because it has happened!" :)
Seriously. In middle School, I was homeschooled (7th and 8th grade.... attended OMS /FMS part-time for Band, Language Arts, and Choir). My dad AND my language arts teacher, Mrs. Snyder, both got me into writing. She jumpstarted me with short-stories and such- but it was my DAD, Bear, who really drove me into writing. As a 13 year old teenager, I hadn't really had interest in history prior to my home-schooling. It was just another subject that I couldn't really get into. HA! Oh my heck. Would that all change! My dad introduced to me, what was known as "Western Civilization." I caught onto it right away! At OMS, we had learned briefly about Nomads and the Paleolithic age. BUT we hadn't gotten into history quite like this! Athens! Greece! Sparta! The Parthenon and Agropolis/Polis! I fell in LOVE.... literally. My dad knew this, and not only did he ask me in depth questions that would make me THINK... he had me write essays for him after I read a few chapters- based upon what I had learned.
I remember once- he had assigned me this: "Tell me about the early Greeks. What was the Polis, and how did it originate? Did it have an impact on the life of the Grecians? If so... how?"
YEAH... It sounds like a question that I received for my essays from Mr. Fitch (HA) Junior & Senior Year! My dad never let me back down easily... oh, no. :) I remember studying my BUTT off for that test, and somehow winding up with an A-. I still don't know how I did it... except hard work, determination- and interest. Eh. I guess this is why History is my chosen second major. (Yes- I'm one of those freaks who's planning on/working on double-majoring).
I am ranting here... which is nice, for once. :) I have to admit... it's nice. I guess I should've said that this blog is for my dad and I... since I write about myself (and my family) a bit, too. Ugh- saying that makes me feel selfish- but hey... :)
Take care, friends. Cherish every moment that you live... because you only get to live that moment once.
"Don't cry because it's over... smile because it has happened!" :)
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