Tag: friends

Nine pounds of pure joy named Dylan

When I met Jaclyn, she was screaming my name down the hallways of our high school.

That’s not 100% accurate; she didn’t start screaming my name down the hallways until a few minutes after we met.

I started going to public school in 9th grade. Jaclyn was one of my first friends. From the minute we met, it was like she could sense my commitment to introversion and tried to scare it out of me by screaming “BEKA WATTS!!!” every time she saw me in the halls. Jaclyn didn’t help me come out of my shell; she busted me out. … Continue reading

White coats and blue blazers

White coats and blue blazers

Being a new person in a new place means I get to decide how to approach new relationships.

When I’m trying to “be myself” in this new context the temptation is to showcase all of the nice parts and hide all of the ugly parts. I want to display my easygoing, witty side without letting the walking, talking crisis of confidence side slip out. I want to rattle off a list of impressive names when someone asks the English major who her favorite authors are, not stare blankly for 5 seconds and reply, “You know, I just like them all.”… Continue reading

Without fear of falling

Without fear of falling

 

If you’ve known me for longer than 5 minutes, you know that I have the coordination of a newborn fawn. There really doesn’t need to be anything on the ground for me to trip over; so long as there’s air around I’ll get the job done on my own. For some reason, this has never inhibited my desire to do things which are clearly outside of my realm of giftedness. Things like biking (fell down a hill), skiing (fell down multiple snow-covered hills), rollerblading (fell down a freshly-graveled hill), sledding (knocked unconscious in my backyard after…you guessed it!…falling down … Continue reading