That's the beauty of it all.

It's still so vivid. I was a perfect student, in regards to behaving. It was almost sickening, or so I gather from the way my sister talks about it. I never pulled a card or disobeyed a teacher, but that changed in high school. 

I was in 10th grade and believed, still do, that I knew everything. In English we had to do a poet study. Choose a poet from a list, tell their biography, pick a poem, and discuss the meaning. I chose "Heart! We will forget him" by Emily Dickinson. It is about a heart broken woman who is trying to forget about this great love of hers, but her heart isn't helping her any. Well I gave my synopsis of the poem, and my teacher told me I was wrong... 

WRONG?!? 

How could I be wrong about what I believed the poem was about. She was a stickler for abiding by what the book or those great people who write what Emily truly meant. 

Her poems weren't published until she died. They were her personal diary. She wanted them burned, but her relative published them, which I am still thankful for. 

-well that is when I knew I wanted to be an English teacher. I want people to understand their opinion matters. They can take away an emotion or truth away from a text someone else may never see or get. That is the beauty of literature and poetry. 

People can see or feel what they feel, and it doesn't have to be what the author wanted their readers to get from their writings. The writer already had a chance to put their thoughts and feelings into the words they wanted. It is the readers ten to grasp onto whatever they find. 

I just read "The Sky is Everywhere" by Jandy Nelson. It is beautifully written. It is definitely YA and focuses on a somewhat love triangle. It also is focused on a family, mainly a girl, who just lost someone and how you keep going while knowing the loved one never will. Nelson constructs  a beautiful version of that through Lennie. I believe my favorite part is the fact that Lennie leaves poems or conversations that did or didn't happen on scraps of paper, walls, anything she can write on through out town. It is as if she is so full of words and can't contain them. She writes them and discards them as if she feels that is the only way she can make sure they really happened. 

While I loved the book and will recommend it my favorite part is Q&a with the author. They ask her normal, run of the mill questions, but one question showed me the beauty of Jandy Nelsons's soul. They asked "What do you want readers to take from this story?" She replies with a beautiful response about one paragraph towards the end summing up the whole book to her. - but then she siad the magic words. ---"Every time I come across this paragraph, I think to myself, well there it is, the whole book crammed into one paragraph! So for me the ideas in that paragraph kind of ring out, but every reader will take something different from the novel and that's what I want, that's the magic of it all. Reading is such a wonderfully personal and private affair." 

She gets it! She gets me!! While I loved the book, and fell in love with the characters and their humanness. My favorite part of the book was that Jandy Nelson gets it. She understands that her work will be read by many different people in just as many different places in life, and it's their choice to take away what they want from this book. 

It's yours to take.

In my own time

Every few months I seem to need to validate my life. I am sure this is the same for everyone, so I'm not sure why I feel like my life is the only one not going to "plan". 

I am 25 years old. I graduated from UNA with an English degree in 2012. I loved my classes and teachers (for the most part). They helped me grow and gain different perspectives I wasn't aware of or didn't think needed to be shown to me. I am a very confident person, some would say overly confident. I love learning, but hate being wrong. That's why I love school so much. They teach you new and different perspectives to value and assess things without telling you and your views are wrong or off-putting. 

Since graduating I have started back going to school at Athens State University. My GPA has been screwed over ever since I went to Alabama and pretty much failed out. This is a really embarrassing time in my life I don't talk about enough. I am ashamed for failing and not allowed back at Alabama, but I was depressed and didn't realize it. I'm not trying to make excuses, because it was my fault. But... It takes a hell of a long time to raise GPAs up high enough to a respectable level. 

I love school and I'm dedicated (now), but I had to go back to Athens in undergrad to get my teaching certificate.

I am close now. Only took me 8 years to almost be done with school, but that's my path. 

I use to think other people were failures of it took them a while to figure life out. I'm not sure if that was me and my secluded thinking or if that is what society expected from people. But we have to stop seeing trials and set backs as punishments or failures. 

I am working at Academy sports and outdoors. Trust me, I am not the person you expect to help you find the right grill or bait, and I can't really do either. I bull shit it like 85% of the people I work with. I recently got a "promotion" - it was more of a step to the side- but it is stuff I love. I am dedicated to my work, and want to find new ways of doing things to better it. It takes a lot of time for me to figure out a process, but I enjoy that sort of thing. 

I do not want to be there forever, but who says that I won't. I may graduate and not find a teaching job right away- I hope I'm wrong- but things don't always pan out. I may get a teaching job and hate it or just plain suck at it. I don't know. I'm not sure I would want to know either. 

I still have dreams to go over seas and teach girls in the Middle East or India and one day own an orphanage - but who knows when that dream will come close to being real. It may be far fetched, but it's mine. It fades and I have to rekindle that love, but it's mine. 

I don't know what I was trying to get out of this ramble anymore- I think it morphed into a baby soap box- but I hope someone read this and related and felt not alone for a second... 

What I intended from this post was keep going. It's hard and hurts but don't quit. It may take you longer than you or others thought but why should that matter? 

I read this article and this writer gets me - there are parts that hit home with me that I didn't mention so I hope you take time and read her article too. 

http://elitedaily.com/life/motivation/invisible-timeline-okay-track/855006 

Well hello 2015

2015 began with me passing out at 9:30 thanks to NyQuil. I have been sick a lot this year. Each year looks different to me. 

This year I hope to actually accomplish some things. 

1)I want to be more dedicated

I am not sure how this will translate, but I don't fully immerse myself in things anymore. I do with work, but that's because I have a sickness just like my mom. I want to be dedicated more to reading and writing. These two things are my passions. I fall in and out of love with them, but I want to pursue them more this year. 

2)read 25 books. This isn't a lot, but I had this goal last year and didn't achieve it. I am not sure how many I read, but it doesn't feel like that many. This goes along with the dedicated theme

3) be better with money. I spend money like it is nothing. I need to start saving for student loans, my trip to Alaska in May, and when I won't have a full time job next semester. Plus I just don't manage money well. I buy excessive amounts of... everything really. 

I realize looking back at last year I write several drafts, but only posted one thing last year. So that is where I will begin. Working on old thought and ideas.