I don’t get many things right the first time (or the second…)

I don’t get nostalgic.

Now is now, then is then.

Buuuttttt…..I guess there’s an exception to every rule.

The JEA convention was in Anaheim this year. I only know because of Facebook. I just looked through 250 pictures of kids I don’t even know. A creepy time waster? Yes. I couldn’t drag myself away.

“Holy hannah,” I said to myself. “That’s me. But not me.”

You see, Anaheim is where it all started. After a week in Anaheim, all of the other kids on the newspaper staff probably told their parents about Disneyland and the old drunk men on the bus. After a weekend of listening to reporters from NPR, The New York Times, and The Washington Post, I came home and told me parents I wanted to be a journalist. They probably let it slide. I’m famous for temporary bouts of insanity that have caused me to play the flute (fail), kick a soccer ball (trrripppp), sing (ouch), and attempt building diatonic chords (don’t ask and I won’t have to tell).

Luckily for me (and my poor parents, who have had to pay for every lesson imaginable) it stuck.

And now I’m sitting on a dorm bed with 2 deadlines. I couldn’t be happier.

2008 & The girls who let the annoying little twerp follow them around 🙂
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2 thoughts on “I don’t get many things right the first time (or the second…)

  1. Hahaha. The funny thing is… none of us even knew who you were!! But you've become a writer that has surpassed us, and I'm proud to say you were from MY high school, now go to MY college, and that we're still friends. 🙂 You're a great journalist, and I'm glad we had you come with us… Also, This was definitely when we were trying to find the Orange Mall, yes? Good day.

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