Taking risk and sticking to it.

Life is all about choices.  We make choices every minute of everyday. From what you want to wear in the morning all the way to what you want to do with your life. My problem that I have, is allowing myself to have too many choices. I don't like commitment in anything, so therefor I do everything.  I'm so scared that once I get tied down, Ill look back on my life and regret the decisions I've made. The past two years of my life I have tried to decide what I want to be when I grow up. I've gone from neuro- oncology, to nutrition, to photography. While everything interest me, I have always had a love for the arts. However, photography is a type of art that you either make it or break it. Recently, I applied to NYC internship for photography. I was nervous about getting the job. Only about ten percent of all applicants receive an invitation to join. I received my invitation yesterday. I was beyond thrilled. But once again, I got the fear of just sticking to one thing. This is a large opportunity but I only need to take it if this is what I want to do. I have finally decided to take the risk. Yes, there is a fifty percent chance that I am going to regret it. But there is also another fifty percent chance that I could be really happy. And when you think about it, that's what all the photographers have to do in order to make it. For once in my life I am going after what I really want. And who cares if it doesn't work out, at least I tried.

I ain't country

Being from the south, it is a norm to have that southern accent. While most are usually small, and you can barely tell they are there, mine was not. I was born in Spartanburg, South Carolina. That is about as hick as you can get in South Carolina. I lived in the south for 5 years and then I moved to North Carolina. I had the worst country accent. My accent was so strong that most people couldn't understand me. When I moved up here, I enrolled in a private school. I was sitting in class one day and the teacher asked me to read. Being an outgoing student, I gladly accepted. I remember the sentence to this day. It was , "Molly sat by the red door." When I read this out loud, the class listened until I got to the word red. When I read that word, the class bursted out laughing. I couldn't understand what I did or what was wrong. Apparently, my accent was so strong that I made red a two syllable word. I pronounced it "ra-ed". So form that day forward, I decided to cover up my accent. I have successfully changed it and I have also successfully become afraid of speaking in front of large crowds from the incodent. The only time it comes back without my control is when I'm around real country people. I don't know why, but it just comes back. I don't have my accent because most people think a country accent makes them dumb, which of course isn't true. I had a chance at an early age to change it, so I did. With that being said though, when people have country accents, and then get judged by them it does make me mad because that's like my origin of tongue.

Literacy

When society thinks of the word literacy, a few words come to mind such as polished or well-spoken. However, being literate means simply being able to read and write. It has nothing to do with how well or what form the writing is being done. So, it’s frustrating when society is closed minded and simply thinks that being literate means that you are well spoken and can read in one certain form, the professional form. Don't get me wrong, I think that having platform is important in the business world; but it doesn't mean that you are illiterate simply because you don't go by that one type. For example, a person coming to America from Mexico might use Spanglish, (English and Spanish put together) but that doesn't mean that they are illiterate. By the definition of being able to read and write, I'm sure that many Mex-Americans can read and write in that Spanglish language just fine. But when they are applying for a job at Bank of America, the employer might not think they are literate because they just don't write or read the same type of literacy in the business form and are literate in the Spanglish form. I think that people are constantly evolving so it's really hard to set one type of writing and reading and say that this is what it means to be literate. I mean even laws in our government are always evolving and changing and there is not one set way; so who is to say that having the "professional form" of writing is right from the 1900's when people, language, and society is changing. 

Living up to your gender

 

I was hanging out with my best friend when he received a phone call. After he answered it, he got up and went into the bathroom. First I was really confused, but then I heard him crying. His grandpa had just got into the hospital and the doctor called saying he only had a couple of days. I finally convinced him to come out and that there isn't anything wrong with showing your feelings, even when you’re a guy. I hate when you can't be who you are because of the gender you are. Our country has brought society up in a way that men are not supposed to do women things and vice versa. I have personal experience with this, because I was in a relationship where the guy was raised based on, "the man is in charge of everything". It was literally the only thing that broke up our relationship. He told me that I shouldn't be in the gym lifting weights; when I could be in the kitchen learning how to cook. This outlook we have on women and men make it very hard for the people of our society to be who they want to be. It also makes it hard for our society to excel in all aspects. A guy may be a better interior designer than a woman; where as a woman may be a better gun builder. It's ridiculous that my best friend couldn't get upset and cry to me about his grandpa because he feels that men are not supposed to cry. This outlook on women and men need to change and over the years, it has started to. I think that the only thing that will change this is just time and courage for women and men to prove who they really are.

 

My Weekend Adventure

Having a four day weekend can be exciting. I was super excited because the first time in a long time, some of my friends and I decided to go to my mountain house. We decided to go Saturday morning and head out around one p.m. Of course, having four girls go, we were already two hours late heading out. My cabin is about an hour away, so we arrived around four p.m. We had brought burgers and we did a huge cookout and then watched the football game. We noticed on the way up that the weather was getting colder but we figured since we were going up the mountain that was normal. After supper, we made a huge fire inside and decided to get settled in for the night. My friend, Taylor, was responsible for the firewood. Around midnight, Taylor went outside to get the last couple of logs, when she came running in, saying we had to go. It was so cold, and we didn't check the weather channel and it had starting snowing really hard. By the time we had noticed anything, it was already three inches of snow. We started rushing around grabbing our bags and shoving our clothes in them. By the time we had packed everything, the snow was up to four inches. We loaded everything in the car and I went inside to lock my cabin. My cabin has a code on it, instead of a key lock. The code decided to quit working. So instead of leaving right then, we had to spend an extra hour fixing my lock. So by the time we left it was five inches of snow. It took us three hours to get home because of the snow; so much for a relaxing weekend in the mountains.