Intro to me.

I stared blankly at my paper. Ugh, I hate writing about myself. I never know what to say. My creative writing teacher must have seen all of our blank looks because he decided to elaborate.

"You can talk about your achievements, passions, belief systems, anything!" he said enthusiastically. I tried not to cringe. It felt wayyyyy too early to be that excited about anything. If this assignment wasn't due at the end of class, I would be studying for something else. I feel like I'm constantly just living one test to the next, trying my best to be prepared. My school is pretty chill, and I'm amazing friends with the smart people in my class, but I feel like I'm constantly in a competition to see who's the smartest and who can be the best at everything. I doubt anyone else feels that way, though.

I looked down again at my paper. I guess I could talk about my academic achievements, but that seemed too braggy. Is that a word? Eh. Whatever.

I inspected the rest of my peers. Most of them seemed to know what to write about. *sigh* Tired of thinking, I just put my pen to paper and wrote about my likes, dislikes, religious views, et cetera. It would probably be super lame, but I hoped that we wouldn't have to read them aloud.

I like band, choir, and everything else music...

It bothers me when people mispronounce well-known words.

I am Christian and am very active in my church.

I love being able to serve others.

I like painting my nails, but I don't like how long it takes sometimes.

It annoys me when no one listens to me when I try to say something.

I love writing, but don't necessarily love the class.

Actually, I probably shouldn't write that. Anyways,

I love doing theater productions.

I find it satisfying to correct grammatical errors (especially when they're my own).

It bothers me when no one believes me when I'm right.

Anytime after a social event, I love to be by myself and chill.

I love listening to good music.

I am very indecisive and struggle to make important decisions sometimes.

I hate having to improvise anything. Speeches, music, anything else.

I like being able to have a plan and fulfill it.

Ringgggggggggggg

The bell startled me out of my writing rhythm.

"Okay, class!" our teacher said, standing up from his desk. "Hand 'em in!" He patted the empty spot on his otherwise incredibly messy desk. It was a wonder he ever found anything at all on it. I watched some of the other students glance over their papers one last time and place them on his desk. I wasn't quite ready to hand in my paper. There was probably so much more I could have said (after all, how do you explain a complex human being in one class period?), but it would have to do, for now. The rest of me shouldn't have to be explained but experienced.

*FYI: this is a fictional story, but all of the characteristics mentioned in the story are true of me =)