Chelsea Hinckley | Interesting?
I wrote several things on that little yellow card, none of which I really wanted to explain to a large group of internet-going strangers, but for the purposes of this assignment, and the fact that nearly everyone is in this boat with me, I will attempt to explain myself.
Now I find myself wishing that I had written something simple like, my elbows are double-jointed, or I have a very long tongue, or I really really really like to eat cake. But I didn't, and now I suppose that there isn't another option.
On that little yellow card, I wrote something to extent of me being an environmentalist/hippie/yogi who lives at the Knock-Up. And then I believe there was brief mention of that fact that I hail from Minnesota. From the beginning:
For the first three years of my high school career, I went to a large, unbelieveable rich and preppy school. Then for senior year, I decided to rejoin my friends at a school I swore I wouldn't go to. I had no desire for what they taught, but my friends were there, and that was enough. The whole experience was very surreal, and in hindsight, I can't believe I was so adamantly against going. The School of Environmental Studies at the Minnesota Zoo. The Zoo School. SES. The place I would come to love with more of my heart than I knew was awake. Within the first week of class, I was hooked. Overnight I turned into something I never thought I would be: an environmentalist. By the end of the year, I was proud to be an outdoors enthusiast who didn't mind peeing outside, a passionate girl who sorted everything she discarded from her lunch into their proper recycling receptacles, a hardcore leader who coordinated the Earth Day Celebration for the school and community for her senior project, an eager student with a voracious appetite for any kind of learning.
This sort of transformation came as quite a comical shock to my parents and siblings; I was always the one who wouldn't go camping because it was dirty and scarey.
Because of the lengthiness of the previous explanation, I will comment briefly on my yogic discipline. I love yoga. I love how it makes me feel, and how it helps me relax and take control over my body. I do it all the time. I am not that good, but I do have a mean Full Bow Pose. I will give myself credit for that one.
I also live at the Knock-Up. It is our apartment name. It is a long story.
And I am from Minnesota. I just visited this weekend, my dad runs the WorldPerks program for Northwest Airlines, so it is safe to say that I am a frequent flyer. If any of you are members of the WorldPerks program, it is very probable that you get letters from my father updating you on the status of your account.
I do have a pretty goofy accent.
However, my elbows truly are double jointed, I do have a very long tongue, and I really really really like to eat cake.
Now I find myself wishing that I had written something simple like, my elbows are double-jointed, or I have a very long tongue, or I really really really like to eat cake. But I didn't, and now I suppose that there isn't another option.
On that little yellow card, I wrote something to extent of me being an environmentalist/hippie/yogi who lives at the Knock-Up. And then I believe there was brief mention of that fact that I hail from Minnesota. From the beginning:
For the first three years of my high school career, I went to a large, unbelieveable rich and preppy school. Then for senior year, I decided to rejoin my friends at a school I swore I wouldn't go to. I had no desire for what they taught, but my friends were there, and that was enough. The whole experience was very surreal, and in hindsight, I can't believe I was so adamantly against going. The School of Environmental Studies at the Minnesota Zoo. The Zoo School. SES. The place I would come to love with more of my heart than I knew was awake. Within the first week of class, I was hooked. Overnight I turned into something I never thought I would be: an environmentalist. By the end of the year, I was proud to be an outdoors enthusiast who didn't mind peeing outside, a passionate girl who sorted everything she discarded from her lunch into their proper recycling receptacles, a hardcore leader who coordinated the Earth Day Celebration for the school and community for her senior project, an eager student with a voracious appetite for any kind of learning.
This sort of transformation came as quite a comical shock to my parents and siblings; I was always the one who wouldn't go camping because it was dirty and scarey.
Because of the lengthiness of the previous explanation, I will comment briefly on my yogic discipline. I love yoga. I love how it makes me feel, and how it helps me relax and take control over my body. I do it all the time. I am not that good, but I do have a mean Full Bow Pose. I will give myself credit for that one.
I also live at the Knock-Up. It is our apartment name. It is a long story.
And I am from Minnesota. I just visited this weekend, my dad runs the WorldPerks program for Northwest Airlines, so it is safe to say that I am a frequent flyer. If any of you are members of the WorldPerks program, it is very probable that you get letters from my father updating you on the status of your account.
I do have a pretty goofy accent.
However, my elbows truly are double jointed, I do have a very long tongue, and I really really really like to eat cake.
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