But this is important, I swear. I had an epiphany. An epiphany, I tell you! (Let's be clear: every time I use an exclamation point, I feel guilty. Then I smile to myself and move on. #APCompProblems) I was writing and then I got distracted, as per usual. I don't even remember what I got distracted by. It could be just about anything: my oddly frozen fruit smoothie that appears to have permanently scared my back left tooth into pain, my constantly buzzing iPhone, the pull that Snapchat seems to have on my subconscious, the loud siblings stampeding - quite literally stampeding (#basementroom) - after the dog, or a countless amount of other distractions that are at my disposal.
The important part isn't the distraction; it's the realization. My epiphany! (Exclamation point guilt.) I want to write. Okay, now everyone reading this is like, Awwww, cute little AP Comp student wants to write. That's probably a good thing, considering that she's in a composition class. But that's not what I mean. I want to write. When this class is over - I'm still pretending it isn't going to end - I will be bored out of my mind. Writing provides a creative release. I mean, heck, I like writing essays. Yup. I did it. I admitted that I like writing essays. For the first time in the history of that painful thing they call school, I like writing essays. Mind you, that's only for this class; MoPro is an entirely different topic/idea/no. I love writing for this class. And I want to keep writing like this.
I don't know if that means that I pursue it in college, or if I just do it on the side. I was always the kid that wanted to keep a day-to-day journal, but I'd get so distracted with the details that I'd get behind and give up. That even happened in Europe this summer, and that was only 16 days worth of writing. Oops. So knowing me, I can basically say that if I do not actively pursue writing, I will not find time to do it. That being said, I need to pursue writing. I need to take composition classes in college, I need to find a way to keep writing, I need to write, write, write. This is the closest I've ever come to discovering what I want to do with my life job-wise, and I'm not about to let it go. I will write, someday, somehow. I will write.
And now, I will write that revision essay. Hopefully this helped to get my brain juice flowing (nasty thought/mental image), but hey, it's okay: shitty first drafts, people, shitty first drafts. Nerdiest blog post ever? Done. Revision essay? Sooooo not done. Time to change that.
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