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FOREWARNING: This is going to be a train wreck.
If you're still reading, my name is Alejandra (Ale) Guzman and I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Welcome to my blog where I will proceed to try and figure it out.
You see, the thing is, up until recently I was positive I would pursue a career as a professional dancer seeing as a I had spent the past 18 years of my life in and out of dance studios. I trained like I was being paid for it and often missed out on your usual adolescent milestones because I needed to be the best, look the best, feel the best. One day, I found myself at the barre feeling the most miserable I had ever felt and realized dance was a no go. Alas! Here I am! Half-way through a formal education at FSU with a deep, deep, love for books and no other skills to fall back on. If you (haha let's be honest no one is reading this) have a remote interest in reading my musings, watching me attempt to become a renowned book editor, or just need a decent book rec. then you are more than welcome to hang out here. At the very least, you will laugh.
Up until recently, I have considered myself to be a pretty intelligent individual. I've been in the EWM major for 2 days and I have never felt more inadequate in my entire life. Teachers have been rattling on about the syllabi and I stare in confusion, excited for that point in the semester where there sentences seem cohesive and somewhat make sense to me. Meanwhile, everyone else in the classroom seems to have a perfect grasp on all the concepts we'll be going over. I feel like I am being left out of a massive inside joke and i'll never be cool enough to be "in the know." The first couple of posts on this blog will be more for my own brain. Looking up terms I've never heard and trying to make sense of them, posing questions so that I remember to look up them later, or maybe just some plain ol' venting on how I am incompetent and everyone else can tell.
Sorry for being so self-deprecating I can't help it, it's a defense mechanism. Maybe this blog will help me find out why I do that too.
If this wasn't to depressing for you I hope to see you (well, technically, your addition to the low viewer count blogger will supply me with) on my next post!
If you're still reading, my name is Alejandra (Ale) Guzman and I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Welcome to my blog where I will proceed to try and figure it out.
You see, the thing is, up until recently I was positive I would pursue a career as a professional dancer seeing as a I had spent the past 18 years of my life in and out of dance studios. I trained like I was being paid for it and often missed out on your usual adolescent milestones because I needed to be the best, look the best, feel the best. One day, I found myself at the barre feeling the most miserable I had ever felt and realized dance was a no go. Alas! Here I am! Half-way through a formal education at FSU with a deep, deep, love for books and no other skills to fall back on. If you (haha let's be honest no one is reading this) have a remote interest in reading my musings, watching me attempt to become a renowned book editor, or just need a decent book rec. then you are more than welcome to hang out here. At the very least, you will laugh.
Up until recently, I have considered myself to be a pretty intelligent individual. I've been in the EWM major for 2 days and I have never felt more inadequate in my entire life. Teachers have been rattling on about the syllabi and I stare in confusion, excited for that point in the semester where there sentences seem cohesive and somewhat make sense to me. Meanwhile, everyone else in the classroom seems to have a perfect grasp on all the concepts we'll be going over. I feel like I am being left out of a massive inside joke and i'll never be cool enough to be "in the know." The first couple of posts on this blog will be more for my own brain. Looking up terms I've never heard and trying to make sense of them, posing questions so that I remember to look up them later, or maybe just some plain ol' venting on how I am incompetent and everyone else can tell.
Sorry for being so self-deprecating I can't help it, it's a defense mechanism. Maybe this blog will help me find out why I do that too.
If this wasn't to depressing for you I hope to see you (well, technically, your addition to the low viewer count blogger will supply me with) on my next post!
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