I’m probably a little behind on things, but this is my first blog post. Ever. I hardly have time to comb my hair in the morning, so taking the time to figure out an entire blog site is definitely a way of avoiding my actual work. Then again, I’ve always wanted to try my hand at blogging. Who doesn’t want to post all of their thoughts for the whole world to view–even if I am the only one who reads this thing. I guess I should introduce myself (as if I’m on a date with my computer screen). I’m a nineteen-year-old college student. I go to a small school in a small town in the middle of the south, the one place I despise the most. How did I end up here? Well, I guess I genuinely love my campus. It’s a beautiful oasis in an otherwise behind-the-times, painstakingly unnerving southern town. I shouldn’t belong here. Politically, I know most people despise me here. I walk around in my Obama t-shirts and flared out jeans. I have more Chucks than heels and I actually think tye-dye is a fashion statement. To most people in this deep South bubble, I’m a flaming liberal–as far left as it gets. If they only knew how wrong they were. It’s not just my politics that sets me apart… I quickly discovered what people mean by “living on the bible belt.” In this town, the next question after asking someone their name is asking them which church they attend. Just imagine the looks I get when my eyes bulge and I respond, “Well actually… I don’t–you know–go to church?” At first people seem confused. Then comes the chuckle, and finally, the oh-so-dreaded, “Oh sweety, bless your heart.” This is a southern woman’s way of saying “Fuck you!” in a lady-like way–of course, you can’t respond with a “fuck you too,” so you just smile and continue on with the pretentious small-talk that is all too common when one lives on the “bible belt.” But somehow, besides the constant, nagging feeling that I don’t belong–I have found a home on my campus. I have friends whom I adore and organizations that I’m so proud to be a part of. I’ve had doors opened up to me that I never even knew existed. I’m so blessed to be living this life–and I’m going to make the best of every minute. So that’s where I’m from and a bit of who I am. I get uncomfortable opening up… this is the point during the date that I would ask the computer screen to tell me about himself (too bad the screen wouldn’t respond). So I’ll end my first blog with this: I’m just a small girl in a small town, but I have the biggest dreams. I don’t want to save the world–who am I to think that I have that power? I just want to help.
Until later, namaste.