I, myself, have always loved talking. I uttered my first words when I was merely 8-months-old which were, “Mama-Baba.” It was a command to my mother (Mama) that I wanted fed. I tried to speak sentences before anything else. It sounds crazy but it's true. For proof to myself, I looked through my old baby book and found out for sure. Even though I love talking I didn’t really think that I would enjoy conducting interviews with people as much as I do. This surprises me because I don’t much care for people, I only like their stories. While I was growing up, it didn't take very long for me to be comfortable enough around people to allow myself to be incredibly blunt. I felt like I understood them, but only to a certain point. Humans are generally predictable but there are some that aren’t, and they fascinate me just as much as hearing other people’s stories. My big mouth and my instinct to speak my opinion led me to this moment, analyzing and interviewing young Russian guitar player Alexandr Misko.
I just read this crazy article about David Bowie, one of my favorite artists of all time. It was insane but it fits someone like David well, at least in my opinion.
One of the things I regret the most is coasting through part of middle school and all through high school. Putting in a little effort but not fully applying myself. I was homeschooled online, basically had to teach math to myself because there is only so much a teacher can do via live video and over the phone. I did very well in science and language arts/English though I will admit my grammar needs a tune up. Math, I suffered, or more like report card did. I could have tried harder; I didn’t apply myself like I should have. I was so afraid of my teachers because I remembered what it was like in public school where the teachers are often mean and don’t really treat you like you're human. I never really was subjected to public school teachers' wrath because I had been a good student. Now that I wasn’t, I was afraid that I’d finally get to experience that wrath. It took me until my senior year to get over that fear; turns out my teachers were awesome. My chemistry teacher was so patient with me and refused to get off the phone until I understood the topic at hand. I am still friends with my home room/biology teacher. I wish I had applied myself and gotten over that fear sooner. If I had, more than likely I wouldn’t have to take Math 023 as a college student. My math skills are so bad that I couldn’t even remember how to add fractions.
I woke up this morning with a sore throat. I've decided that I'm either sick (my brother is sick) or it's the air quality with all these wildfires going on. As most people do when they're sick, I whined to my mother. My grandma joined in and said she had gotten a box of Lumen'swatermelon cough drops from Family Health Services. Then I realized, when have watermelon flavored cough drops ever helped with a sore throat?