I wish I had a great story to tell you. Something like "I was in Europe. No time for blogging, what with all the fabulous-ness goin' on in my life, as usual." However, I sort of don't have a valid excuse. Before you nod your head in disapproval of my actions, I'd like to defend myself with what will seem like a "rant" that makes me seem ungrateful or something.
Back in late August (or early September. I can't really remember. Cool story, bro.), my dad and I met up with my principal so we could see what I got on my Differential Aptitude Test. We found out that my score in spelling was better than 99% OF THE PEOPLE WHO TOOK THE EXAM OH MY GOD AHH. My second highest score was language usage, leaving speed and accuracy, and verbal reasoning as my third highest scores. Notice: all of these things have to do with words. So, naturally, my exam told me I should be a writer, lawyer, or business woman, as those skills are used frequently in those fields. For reasons I can't remember, my principal called my English teacher in and asked her, in front of my dad and I, if I was a decent writer. She praised me so much that I was almost a wee bit embarrassed, but at the same time, so flattered that I started tearing up (I really hope no one noticed). Because of this, my principal said something along the lines of "You know, if you write something for me, maybe I can see if I can do something with it; something related to the school website."
I'd like you all to know that I feel as though I've never really stood out in the eyes of my school's administration. If the principal ever called my name, it was to tell me to tuck my shirt in, give me a late pass, or take off my nail polish. The headmistress only ever talked to me about my sister or my dad (he installed some cameras in the school or something), never about me. So, I thought that my principal had said that just to be nice and make my dad feel happy. But one day, when there was a ceremony for the seniors and the juniors, she said (into the microphone for everyone to hear, might I add) that she'd like to speak to me. My heart was racing and I wanted to bury my head in sand. I thought I was going to be in trouble, but she just said, "What ever happened to that article you were going to write for me?" I was dumbfounded. Since I thought she didn't mean it the first time, I never really got around to writing anything. When I asked her what she wanted me to write about, she just said "Whatever you like. You like that YouTube thing, right? That's what you told me? Then write about that. Make recommendations on videos you like."
I went home, cracked my knuckles, and began brainstorming. The eff can I write about YouTube? I don't want to write recommendations. How am I ever going to show my style through a list of videos? That's when it hit me; I decided to write about the Internet and the impact it's had on my life. The article, however, turned out to be very informal and not up to my usual standards, so I just posted it on my blog. The next day, I went over to her and told her that I had written something, but didn't like it, so I'd write something else for her. Still, I wanted to be polite and asked her if she wanted to read it anyway and she said yes.
We went to her office, where she went to my blog and printed out the post. The bell rang before she got to read it, so I just went to my class, like always. But, at one point in my last class, I was called over through the intercom. I expected that she didn't like it either and was going to tell me to write something else. Boy, was I wrong. The headmistress was there and she began raving about how much she loved my writing. She said that she actually read the other posts in my blog and that she loved them. Apparently, I have a "unique perspective on things." For a few weeks after that, she (the freaking HEADMISTRESS OF MY SCHOOL) had been taking me out of my class to tell me how much she loved my writing; that I should turn that into my career; that I should start building up a portfolio; that I should write something for CNN or NBC. This went on until she took me into the dean's office with her and told me that she could replace my gym class for a class in which I write stuff for my school website. Here's my excuse: I said yes.
Why is that an excuse? Well, pretty lady, I've had to write a totally new article every week for months now and have been drained of my creativity. I have writer's block. It's TERRIBLE. Especially because I'm actually being graded on this, so I really do have to work. Sigh.
So, there you go. I'm sorry I've been neglecting you and I'll try to update this thing a little more often, 'kay? *pinky promise*
That's pretty exciting, but I can definitely see where you'd be out of stuff to write on the blog as well.
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