A perfect daughter, who makes good grades and does the dishes, an athlete, who would rather be at the batting cage than the movie premiere, a girlfriend, who is fearless about being in a long distance relationship and is picking out wedding dresses as we speak, these are things people in life claim I am “supposed” to be. Alas, the dishes aren’t done, I went out last night instead of studying, Hunger Games part 2 was worth the wait, and I think the boy in my calculus class is cute. I love my parents, and I love softball, and hell, I would even say I love Isaiah, and I hate to disappoint any one of them, but I also love myself, or I’m starting to at least, and as it’s turning out, loving myself for who I am comes with some hard decisions and someone is going to lose. So how do I balance what they want and what I want? When will who I’m supposed to be become who I am?
Category: Daily Writes
Why Are You Here ?
“Roll Tide” were my first words as a baby. My parents met and married at the University of Alabama and 30 years later my sister and brother in law met and married at the University of Alabama. I come from a long line of UA grads, but I find myself sitting in Burns Hall with “Hotty Toddy” written on my walls. Approaching senior year in high school I decided that college was the path I wanted to take, but for some reason UA didn’t seem like my calling. I love SEC sports and that was my biggest priority when picking a school. However, orange is my least favorite color, remember I grew up an Alabama fan, so any orange schools were out of the question. Eventually I was left with three choices: LSU, which didn’t have my major, South Carolina, which is a little too big for my liking, and Ole Miss, which was just right.