This might explain a lot about me:
My strongest subjects in school have always been English and foreign language. Even though I hated Spanish and willingly woke up early every other day to take a distance learning French in middle school, I was good at Spanish. I spent five weeks in Quebec this summer to finish out my minor in French. I’ve never had a problem writing (or even BSing my way through a paper), and I’ve certainly never had a problem talking. In fact, although I used to be pretty quiet, the only times I ever got in trouble in school were for talking in class when I shouldn’t have been. The only time I get in trouble from my parents is when I talk or text too much. (In fact, I am the reason my parents’ cell phone plan includes unlimited text messaging.) That’s right: I’ve gotten the “responsible cell phone usage” lecture two or three times since I moved to Jackson in June. I don’t like it when people can’t communicate — That includes written and oral communication. — and I can’t be silent for too long.
I think it’s only appropriate that in seven months, I’m graduating college with a degree in communications.
