Here’s a sad fact: I spent a lot of my life being totally clueless as to what I’m good at, even when it was very obvious. I spent 90 percent of my classroom hours in high school scribbling furiously in my notebook, producing a continuous stream of consciousness account of my life, yet it never once occurred to me that I should perhaps join the school newspaper.
In college, I participated in debate and at my very first event I won a prize (a pewter plate!) for getting the most extemporaneous speaking points. I knew from my countless hours of STA vocab flash card drills that extemporaneous meant “composed, performed, or uttered spur of the moment: impromptu.” I was so proud! So, of course, I instantly quit and resumed my full time extra curricular activity of chasing the wrong boys. Continue Reading →