"Here's a Picture of My Goldfish"

Here's a Picture of My Goldfish"

"The eventual demise of big media was probably the second blog post ever written, years ago (the first was: Hello, this is my blog, not sure what I'll say here or who's reading this, here's a picture of my goldfish..."). Joe Weisenthal "The Ridiculous Newspaper Bailout Begins"

In my defense, I don't have a goldfish. I do have a beta fish. His name is Cicero. I won't post a picture though, because frankly, I'm afraid it will kill him. I am a horrible fish owner and usually forget to feed him. He has survived me so far and I don't really want to jinx it by taking a picture of him.

So I always thought the idea of a blog was ridiculous. How egotistical of me to assume people would be interested in what I have to say. I mean, honestly, who would really care?

The answer to that question: probably nobody. But oh well. As a kid I utterly failed at keeping a diary. I was always told it was a great thing to do, but I just felt dumb writing stuff about my day in a book (similar to the way I feel as I type this...). A few years ago I found a journal from second grade. This journal thing was apparently forced on me at school. Everyday the teacher would write a question on the board that the class had to answer in our journals. As I was reading through it12 years later this I realized, 1) I was an atrocious speller in second grade, 2) My thought process was even more random than it is now. But as I was laughing at my second grade self I found one question that struck me as very ironic. The question of the day was: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Apparently I was not as creative as my older brother (his answer to that as a kid was 'a cartoon'...) In my defense I did want to be the world's first woman in the NBA when I was in third grade, but in second grade my answer was: 'a writer'. That was it. My teacher's comments read: 'Then write more!'

So I am taking my second grade teacher's advice. I'm writing more. And who writes on paper anymore? (besides me, I LOVE writing good old fashion letters, though I always forget to actually mail them. FAIL). One day I will look back at this blog and read about my life in college and be able to laugh. And I know that while nobody else will care, I will be satisfying my second grade self.