Two Years Before the Lowery

As some may know, I write on the Pony Express at my school (the newspaper). I remember how excited I was in 6th grade when I signed on, and I expected some serious writing out the class. It's funny how when you expect something, you get something even better.

Anyway, I came in on the first day of 7th grade bright-eyed and already clutching my pad of paper and pen, when in came Mr. Lowery, our teacher. I remember laughing at his (lame) jokes and jotting down quick notes about his "3-paragraph" requirements for articles, and I left that class feeling like the coolest kid on campus. I'd literally signed on to a year of memories and good times.

Now, almost two full years of my young life later, I regret absolutely nothing about re-taking the class and spending so much time doing what I love. It sounds corny, but I think my best times in middle school were in that class. I had all my friends there, and I made new ones.

I'll never forget when my first article was published in the paper. It was fitting that it was about women's rights in the 1900's, because I have to admit that I am a bit of a feminist at heart. I couldn't believe that I had gotten a whole page to myself, and I take no shame in saying that I sent that paper to even my relatives halfway across the world, in Italy.

Basically, I am so glad I decided to take this class. I'm actually doing Publications again next year in high school, and I'm a bit too excited for that.

I hope that through everything, including this blog, I'll never stop writing. It's gonna bug you in the end, but that's what I'm good at, and I'm never going to let go. Find what makes you happy, and never stop doing it, no matter what the world says.

<3greta.