Much has happened recently, and I've been hiding from this place.
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As of friday I have been admitted to the University of Oklahoma at Norman. I will be graduating from highschool a year early to attend. I have had more than enough lectures on why I'm missing out on the wonders of highschool, but really I'm fine leaving now. No, really.
I got a 2040 on my SATs (out of 2400) the first time taking them. That actually isn't a horrible score, I think.
I have won a few poetry contests, but nothing notable and nothing national. I've expiremented in found poetry (this will be posted soon).
However, in spite of all of these happenings I am troubled by one thing.
I feel like a teenager. Now wait, before you head to the "comment" section and tell me that this is what I'm supposed to be feeling, you have to understand that this is not particularly normal for me.
I do not like "teenage" things, do not often succumb to "teenage' language, am not interested in marketing geared towards my age group. I hate dances, boy bands, and school sports games. Of course, this listing does sound much like a teen, but I can deal with that. The problem is, whenever I have an emotional trip up I am frowned upon as in "one of those stages."
However, I find it juvenile that when I read back through my work I am surprised by it. I received a few comments on "Sawdust Stars" today, a piece that I more or less posted and never looked at again. I read through it again and it made me genuinely uncomfortable in its imagery and general notions. Maybe it's because I know what I was talking about, maybe it's because I wasn't aware those words could come from me.
I'm not sure how to explain it, but it's left me in an odd mood the entire day. Do any of you know what I mean? I'm sure this couldn't be uncommon among writers, or at least I hope not.
She falls softly down from towering pedastools...