The answers were as expected. “Princess”, “Astronaut”, “Fireman”, “Pop star” but then the teacher’s eyes landed on me.
I remember thinking I was going to die in that moment. I glanced around the room, noticing dozens of pairs of eyes on me. I shifted in my spot.
“Clarissa? What do you want to be?”
I stuttered. “I want to help people.” I had finally said. Tommy laughed. I sunk in my spot on the mat. The teacher said that was a great thing to want to do and moved on to the next student. Continue reading →
“I have a question.” Shoot. “Do you censor yourself? On your blog? I was reading your most recent one and was thinking about it. There must be things you don’t feel like you can share online. So… do you censor yourself?”
I hadn’t thought about that until one of my close friends sent me this text. I thought I was really open on this blog. Vulnerable, to use the word that is probably going to be engraved on my tombstone. But she was right. I do censor myself. Continue reading →