I’ve always loved to read. I read to get out of the troubles of my life. I read to see how other people lived. I read to feel happy. I read because I needed to. I used to write. I loved writing songs. My most memorable is a song I wrote when I was 7, entitled “Hillbilly Ho-Down”. I even sang it to my entire southern family. They weren’t very glad to be called hillbillies by a 7 years old.
But that didn’t stop me. I kept writing.
During the most trying time of my life, my poetry gave me a healthy outlet to my sorrow. Once again, literature saved me.
Now, life has become more busy. I don’t have the time to sit and read, or to stop and write down what I’m feeling, to really enjoy literature. Now my junior year of high school has rolled around. I hadn’t done any personal writing in years. That’s when a dear friend of mine told me about the newspaper. So I joined.
At first I was nervous, I knew my limited skills were quite rusty, if they were even still there. Knowing I couldn’t excel in writing, I signed up to be a photographer. This however, is a bit of a fib.
I guess you could call me an actress, I act like my photos are art. But, in all actuality, they are a pathetic attempt at art.
My photography might not be that of Annie Leibovitz, but I can always improve. And I plan to do just that. Maybe one day I’ll have a more crucial role here at the Victory Voice, but for now, I am just a humble photographer.