About the Author
These are (most of) my friends. We’re all some combination of nerdy, smart, artistic, and strange. My grade only has about 110 people in it. It’s wonderful. I at least know everyone by name and I’m acquaintances with about 90% of them.
My friends call me a homemaker. What can I say? I just like making stuff. When I was in fourth grade I saw this beaded ring at a store in the mall and thought, “hey, I could make that.” By the end of the year almost every girl in my class donned one of my rings. I still make my own jewelry today. My friends have learned to ask “did you make that?” instead of “where’d you get that?”
I have no problem with embarassing myself, especially if its with a group of close friends. I’m somehow the most mature person and the most immature person I know. My philosophy is that I might as well act silly while I can still get away with it; but when it comes to friends, I don’t resort to the stupid middle-school-esque bickering. I’m a big fan of talking things out (one major way my mom being a psychologist has rubbed off on me).
Plays are more fun to be in than to watch. The first play I was ever in was “The King and I”. I was nine years old. I’ve been in every musical at my school ever since. I prefer singing over acting, and that’s why I always do musicals instead of plays. To be honest, I can’t really act that well. I don’t know how to dance either. The key is pretending like you know what you’re doing, and it all seems to work out.
I’m a true animal lover at heart. I have two cats, Bluemoon and Button, and a dog named Chance. Whereever I go, I often make friends with the dog before I make friends with the person. I’ve also learned how to speak ‘cat’. My cats always come up to me and start meowing. Sometimes I meow back at them and they stop and stare at me. I always wonder if I’m saying something offensive to them.
I love anything that can get my creative juices flowing. Last summer I went to a camp where I spent all morning playing in a rock band and all afternoon either painting or photographing various things. I was in heaven.
When I was little, I used to run around the house pretending I was an opera singer. I’d rush into the kitchen and sing, “Hello Mother!!! Hooow waaas your DAAAAY!!!!!” in my fake opera voice (I was a very entertaining child). When I was six, I requested that my mom sign me up for piano lessons. I was the youngest student my piano teacher had ever taken on. I’ve been playing piano for eleven years, but I wasted about three not practicing because I hated my teacher. I finally decided to switch teachers when I was thirteen. That was one of the smartest choices I’ve ever made. I now take voice lessons and have discovered that I’m not half bad when I sing in my non-operatic voice.
