becky

I have a confession to make.

I completely forgot about this website about a month after I made my last, and only, post. When I discovered this blog last summer, I was amazed by the community and the great stories that everyone had to tell and, eventually, I made that first great leap of faith and wrote something myself. Needless to say, I was ecstatic when a few people actually took the time to appreciate what I had written and comment on my entry. I was excited. I was enthusiastic. I was full of ideas and ready to make them a reality.

And then senior year started and there were five AP classes and twelve college applications to the most selective schools on the east coast and hours and hours of figure skating practice every week and, just like that, all thoughts of feminism and my love of writing for the sake of writing were lost. I suddenly found myself drowning in the chaos that I had always prided myself on being in control of. After three years of thinking of myself as a master of the art of ‘time-management and organization with minimal to no stress’, I couldn’t take anymore and was officially done. Only problem? I was six months too early. So after eleven years (and three months) of private school and great grades, when those big, fat envelopes from Ivy League institutions were so close to landing in my mailbox, I was ...