Misty may be the only one who would appreciate this. I thought about just posting a poem I wrote in the fifth grade. It had the same repeating line after every stanza…my line was:
I’m a talkative girl who loves cats…
So…who am I? I like to think that question is best answered here.
But I can give it a shot.
I never follow the crowd.
Judgements escape my mouth within moments of hearing something or meeting someone.
But I can find true and honest compassion even faster.
I get my feelings hurt easily.
Because I am sensitive.
If I have an opinion on it, I will get fired up, emotional, or moved by it.
I give speeches on a regular basis.
I can stand in front of the mirror and tell you every body part that I love about myself and then I’ll forget it in literally seconds.
I am creative but I am not crafty.
I do not desire to be crafty.
I am not patient with things that I want to be perfect. Period.
I love speaking in public, but rarely admit it because I don’t want people to think that I desire being the center of attention.
I’m a math nerd. A math nerd who took math 25 more than once. I didn’t realize I was a math nerd until I was nearly finished with college. I can’t get enough of it.
I can make conversation with anyone. Crowds don’t scare me. Strangers are actually fun for me. I will often break the ice at any social event, but I will usually leave feeling like I’ve talked too much.
I am obsessive, but I’m clean.
I live for the summer. I only need summer and fall seasons.
Everything is better with a tan.
But “the last day of school” is a bad word in my classroom–we don’t discuss it–I cry every year.The year I stop crying is the year I should look for another job.
I’m a good teacher. And my power is in my love of the kids and my respect for the gift they are.
I love kids. They are the best kind of people. So don’t you dare complain to me about them, your calling in the primary, or anything of the like. I will judge.
I want to start a family and I would love to stay at home someday, but I want to go to grad school and I still want to take on the world!
My brother makes me laugh like nobody else, but I can let a swear word slip out of my mouth faster than anything when he makes me mad. I can describe him all sorts of ways.
I will leave the house without makeup. I will leave the house without having showered.
But I will not leave the house without earrings on.
I cannot be pushed around.
Nobody can tell me what to do.
All to extreme degrees.
As with everyone, there’s a whole lot more to me, but this is a start.
How about you?
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