The time I learned how to ride a bike.

In my English class, we had to write a journal entry about a memory that describes our parents’ parenting style. We were supposed to write 500 words; I wrote 1000. Hopefully, my teacher doesn’t lower my grade for going over the word count. Hopefully, she reads this and understands a bit more about my family. … Continue reading The time I learned how to ride a bike.

The time I tried something new.

I’ve introduced myself so many times I think its starting to lose its meaning; however, this is my first entry(post?update?mistake?) and I think it’d be easier to start with introductions. Not that anyone’s reading this, but I just like introducing myself to the internet to make identity thiefs’ jobs a bit easier. I think if … Continue reading The time I tried something new.