Me In A Nutshell

This title always makes me smile.  How can someone put their life down in just a few sentences?  I can barley tell what I had for lunch in a few sentences (though I might try.... I am having Hamburger Helper - the lasagna kind - with homegrown beef and a glass of milk).  I guess I can type my lunch out in one sentence, though if I wanted to tell you how I made it and how wonderful it tastes, that could go on forever.  So I won't.

My life, broken into sections, goes a bit like this:

Born - High School Graduation

• Raised on Farm in Iowa
• Feedlot Cattle
• Corn
• Soybeans
• Hay
• ... you know, the usual
• Attended a Small School
• 58 in my graduating class and we were large
• Participated in 4H
• Showed
• Cattle
• Horse
• Presented
• Cooking
• Sewing
• Home Improvement
• Etc.
• Sang
• Took Private Voice Lessons
• Was in Show Choir - and not it is not anything like Glee
• Favorite Languages are Italian and Latin
• Cheerleading
• Wrestling, so it was barely considered a sport, but we did cheer
• Misc:
• There was a stint in track (well the field part).  I threw discus

College Years

• Attend a State School in South Dakota - and it is wonderful
• Major: English
• Emphasis: Writing?
• Minor: Animal Science
• Distinctions: Honors College
• Traveled to Russia
• With my Women's Choir
• Moved into an Apartment
• My roommates and I have a love-hate relationship when it comes to dishes 
• They hate doing them, I hate them for not doing them and then do them myself instead

Okay.  So now as I look at my college years, I haven't done much.  Woops, but that is fine.  I work for the University in Admissions and Orientation.  I am a teaching assistant for a freshman seminar, and I haven't dropped out yet, so all is well.

So that is me, in a nutshell (well a bullet).  

I have finished my lunch, so I will bid you adieu.

Alexandra

“How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but - mainly - to ourselves.” 

-Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending