i'm almost 21.
yesterday i was getting my hair cut short when i was 16, and the day before that i was crying behind the gym in eighth grade. last week i was in fourth grade, getting sent to the pricipal's office for making fun of ben buchanan's hearing aids. a few days before that, i was eating lunch with mrs alter when i entered second grade because i was new in school and no one wanted to be my friend. last month i took a picture of my house when we were leaving south carolina.
time went so fast.
today i'm sitting in my underwear writing a paper on LBJ's idea of "A Great Society" and thinking of an artist statement for my photography.
how did i get here?
the power just flashed.
a sign? maybe.
