Bri’s adventure to rediscover herself.
Dear NYU Admissions Team,
I’m not actually going to send this letter to you, for fear of your rejecting my application as it comes in. But I wanted to thank you, in spirit, for making your supplement for the Common App so much fun to put together. Continue reading “[Day 40] No Such Thing”
When I fall down, I laugh. When I run into something and bruise myself in some way, I laugh. This could be a result of higher levels of testosterone in my system, which is unlikely because I should have seen more radical symptoms by now. So the only other thing I can think of that would have caused this behavior is my upbringing. And by ‘upbringing’, I mean “one and two year old Bri running around the house with her dad tripping her as she runs past and then she laughs and starts running again”. Continue reading “[Day 38] Lost in Stereo”
You know one thing that just grinds at my nerves? When people apologize excessively for no reason. Ok, fine, if you feel bad about getting my attention, apologize once and get it over with. I get it. You’re sorry. But if you keep telling me so, then I’ll give you something to be sorry about. Continue reading “[Day 37] Staplegunned”
Jeans shopping is the devil. Not only is it difficult to find pants to suit my body figure (big butt, small waist), but I’m also plagued with the responsibility of an overweight body, and that isn’t fun to shop for. I always favor the jeans a size too big, and if I outgrow a pair widthwise, they’re going to Goodwill. I was never confident in my ability to lose enough weight in order to warrant my keeping of old jeans. Continue reading “[Day 36] I read the news today, oh boy”
For the first time in three hours, I have down time, so I’ve chosen this small victory to write today’s blog. If you’re wondering what I’ve been doing for three hours, I’ll tell you. Actually, I’ll tell you whether you’re wondering or not. I’ve been at my high school for three hours, working on the school paper. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but since I didn’t get any sleep last night, I’m a bit out of it. Continue reading “[Day 35] My roots are showing!”
By the beginning of 7th grade, I had grown bored with myself. After walking the track around the football field for almost all of my first year of middle school, I’d run out of interesting things to discuss. There was only so much to be said about basketball, language arts, and fantasy books, especially when the only contributor in such conversations only had one perspective. The lonely perspective. Continue reading “[Day 34] Why you gotta act like you know when you don’t know?”
Dear Sam (last name removed to protect the innocent),
Usually I start off my letters with a brief description of who I am, but you already know who I am, so we’ll skip that step. On August 19th of this year, I started a year-long blog project entitled “365 Days of Bri†to rediscover myself. I’ll add the details at the end of this letter, but for now I’ll just explain your part. Every day of the week I have a different task to do, at once I’ve completed it I have to write about the experience in the blog. On Sundays like today, my task is to write a thank you letter to someone I’ve never met. Continue reading “[Day 33] It’s thundering right now :)”
Sorry for the crap video. But… I lost four pounds!!
The more I think about my friends, the more I realize why they’re so diverse. It’s because each one represents a different side of my personality. Rachel represents the writer and loyal friend in me. Craig represents the crazy and political side of me. Bart represents the callous but caring side of me. Kelli represents the slightly insane but introspective side of me. With this in mind, I guess Mia would represent the competitive side of me. Continue reading “[Day 31] Just don’t play Twister with her”