Before this year, the last time I played an organized sport was in sixth grade. I never considered myself an athlete, let alone an athletic person. Hell, I only started regularly exercising this summer when I returned home after freshman year to a closet full of ill-fitting shorts and a muffin top filled with regret and months’ worth of late-night pizza binges. Despite my humble beginnings however, I found myself training for, and ultimately trying out for the rowing team this past fall. My family laughed when I first proposed the idea, considering my utter lack of skill, coordination, strength, general athleticism (I could go on…), but I decided I really wanted to try something new and push myself to go out of my comfort zone. Things turned out in my favor, and I now spend my days sitting on an erg (the rowing machine) for hours and eating CLIF bars like there’s no tomorrow.
I honestly don’t know why I just shared this story. I thought I could formulate a grand way of drawing this experience to some greater conclusion about my character, but I just honestly needed a mildly catchy way to start this piece about my otherwise pretty average self. I’m originally from Boise, Idaho, and unfortunately I’m not a potato farmer. I have an older sister who goes to Penn State and a younger brother in his senior year of high school. My family members are by far my favorite people in my life.
I have two dogs, but one is arguably more photogenic, so I made him an instagram where he usually quotes tasteless rap lyrics or makes uninspired commentary on daily life (shameless plug: @thataussiegeorge).
I’m majoring in some type of engineering with a minor in writing, and I’m also a campus tour guide. I love to eat, cook, bake, and I watch an embarrassing amount of Food Network shows on Netflix. Here’s a picture of me and my sister/ best friend enjoying a disgusting amount of ice cream:
While I honestly do enjoy school and having work to do, I procrastinate everything, hence why I’m writing this post the night before it’s due. That being said, my writing process is usually jumpstarted during a last minute time crunch. I like to write rough drafts for pieces at the last minute, as I find the impending deadline helps my brain dump happen most effectively. No, seriously. Once I have this dump of ideas on the page, then I find a nice space to sit down and go through the ideas more thoroughly. I find I write most effectively in a cozy coffee shop, raspberry latte in hand, and away from the distractions of friends or other school work. I often just stare at my computer screen until I muster up the courage to dive in and start editing something. Once I get started though, I can usually immerse myself in revising for an hour or so until I need a snack break. A few snacks, and oftentimes many hours later, I finally convince myself to sit back down and revise some more. Although a painful process getting started, I do enjoy the simple fact that writing allows you to say anything and everything you feel needs to be said, without certain guidelines and restrictions that must be followed.