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16 random mistakes I made and the lessons I learned

I’m not perfect. No one is, trust me.

I was assigned one hour to write about a time I made a mistake, and I will sheepishly admit that I had to waste time thinking about a time when I made a true mistake. This is not out of haughtiness, rather, I spend an inordinate chunk of my daily life ensuring that I don’t mess anything up. Call it chronic perfectionism, a flaw in and of itself, anxiety, or perhaps rigid meticulousness.

Inside, however, I know I have made many mistakes throughout my life. While I do not currently have any notable regrets in my eighteen years on Earth, here are some examples of times I know I messed up.

Mistake #1

I almost hit a motorcycle my first time driving to school.

What I learned: Don’t always listen to the person next to you and make sure to look before you change lanes.

Mistake #2

I mixed up the gas pedal and brake (You may reconsider getting in a car with me….).

What I learned: You may not be safe from crazy drivers like me, even in innocent parking lots.

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Courtesy of Gurl.com

Mistake #3

I have false hope about a lot of things.

What I learned: This is often a side effect of the “go big or go home” mentality. You know what they say, shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you will get sucked into a black hole of despair. Something like that.

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Courtesy of Bust.com

Mistake #4

I used to cut up my clothes to make new fashionable looks.

What I learned: Children are creative creatures and my mom was incredibly patient during my art escapades.

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Courtesy of Buzzfeed

Mistake #5

When people would tell me that they have a problem/issue, I would not always take it to heart.

What I learned: You don’t have to be a sponge that soaks up people’s moodiness, but if someone says they are bonkers, avoid them, and if someone wants sympathy, just give it.

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Courtesy of Zimbio.com

Mistake #6

I talked myself out of my STEM passions because I was afraid the abundance of men would be too intimidating.

What I learned: I am pretty intimidating myself, and not everyone is out to wage a gender war. Most students just want to build things and pass their classes, not discourage people from pursuing their dreams.

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Courtesy of Huffington Post

Mistake #7

I let flattery get the best of me.

What I learned: From personal relationships to college counselors to seedy folks, many people want things from you. Compliments are fine; but falling for sequential and deceptive falseness does nothing for you. The biggest flatterer in your life should undoubtedly be yourself.

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Courtesy of Giphy

Mistake #8

I want my life to be planned to the “T.”

What I learned: Plans and people change constantly. Fear is innate. Let things go.

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Courtesy of CinemaBlend.com

Mistake #9

I believe some things last forever.

What I learned: Nothing lasts forever. Life, roses, pastries, love, friendship, movies… they are all terminal. Enjoy what you have while you have it, because forever and always is simply an empty lie.


Mistake #10


Avoid whatever enables you to stray from who you are in all circumstances.

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Courtesy of Tumblr

Mistake #11


EVERYTHING matters a little bit. You deserve attention, but don’t miss opportunities. If you are considering not trying too hard to achieve something, reevaluate why you are in the position of the challenge in the first place. Perhaps you are not striving because you do not want it. If you do not want it, leave it.

Mistake #12

Not getting involved in dual enrollment sooner. 

What I learned: Some of you may know that I have been homeschooled since 2nd grade. My social abilities are fine, but you do learn a lot of lessons in the school environment. I would definitely have started dual enrolling at community college full time in junior year if I had known how great it would be.

Mistake #13

Stressing over college.

What I learned: I applied to 8 colleges and eight additional honors college programs. I was flat out rejected from two schools and waitlisted at another. In many of the honors college programs I was waitlisted, and after my hands cramped up from writing essays and I stressed over packing for scholarship weekends, I discovered that I did not belong in Harvard or Duke’s class, but rather, at a public school’s. I have been thinking about college since 7th grade and spent so many hours reading essay-writing books and studying for the SAT. It did not hurt me, but I did not enjoy high school as much as I could have.

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Courtesy of HerCampus.com

Mistake #14

Allowing other people to change how I felt about my body.

What I learned: It’s the same story as everyone else’s: girl is confident, girl sees skinnier girls, girl loses confidence, girl eats less and exercises more and runs a dark streak through her formative tweenage years. Now, I eat cheesecake. I eat fries. If anyone truly cares about how much I weigh less than I do I would be extremely shocked.

Courtesy of HelloGiggles.com

Courtesy of HelloGiggles.com

Mistake #15

I felt guilty about not having a boyfriend during most of my teen years.

What I learned: The last thing a stressed 14-year-old with zits and plummeting self-confidence needs is a boyfriend to attempt (and probably fail) to impress. I write boss stories, belch loudly, don’t curl my hair, dance like Beyonce, and watch football every weekend. I would not be me if my favorite habits were squelched by some outside influence for yeeeeears.

Mistake #16

Not being YOLO enough.

What I learned: Zac Efron has a “YOLO” tattoo and I try to live by the #YOLO mentality. Coincidence? I think not.

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Courtesy of funnygirls-help.tumblr.com

There you have it, internet: 16 random and not-so-shameful mistakes and the decently insightful lessons I learned from making them. Now, it’s your turn. What is your biggest mistake? Leave a comment if you are feeling zesty.


Digitizing memories – pictures are worth no words

“Fred! Let’s take a selfie,” a young woman in the middle of Hogsmeade cries out, lifting her GoPro camera to the perfect angle. Fred, caught up in the spirit of Universal’s artificial Scottish beauty, steps away from the smiling lady, who snaps a picture solo without missing a beat. Other tourists pull out their cell phones and hold up Butterbeer to their lips, snapping photos left and right for their followers and “friends.”


Growing up in the late nineties and early 2000s, my experience with photos was relatively old-school: I owned a Kim Possible disposable camera and, after blowing through an entire roll of film on one afternoon at the park, I learned the value of conserving film for posed moments and memorable group shots. Every photo was developed and placed carefully in scrapbooks and photo albums, but all of my tangible photo experiences stopped in my early tweens.

Frankly, when almost every photo is a selfie, taken on a low-quality cell phone camera, and posted strictly to the internet in hopes that it will be preserved, our memories may not feel so real anymore. There are more candid photos and selfies of me than posed photos, and I am beginning to wonder if our lives are becoming so overly-documented that no photo is a favorite photo, and no picture is truly important anymore.

Long after my disposable camera days, I still stick to my digital camera for preserving the action in my life. Every second I deem notable is snapped and sits somewhere within a small piece of plastic. No more big photo albums. Plastic chips. Only to be read my computers, not curious eyes who want to remember the past.

While I don’t dislike selfies, sometimes I wish my memories weren’t shared on Facebook, especially inadvertently. I don’t know how often my resting face appears in random pictures, and while I worry about this, I simply let my favorite moments collect digital dust within an SD card. Perhaps not printing our photos to hand to our children one day, while we take more photos than ever before, will result in us having no clear way to remember anything. We will just be smiling pixels that could disappear at any moment, and we will rely on the images inside us to hold onto the past.

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2014 in review: #thestruggle, coffee and wonder

Only four more days of 2014 await me, and I have to say this year was one of the most oddly comforting and emotionally-draining of all.

I have written more essays than I have for all of my English classes in the last five or so months, attempting to drag my underdeveloped and elusive “life’s story” out of my heart and thrust it onto Word documents. With my hair unbrushed, brain tired and wired, I spent a good deal of time this year wondering who I am and where I am going with my life. Just when one believes every path is clear: job, college choice, major choice, people choice, every choice seems to be a chore and the cleverly designed flow chart suddenly disconnects and flies in lost directions. My story is just like everyone else’s: school, primarily, and confusion, more of it spurred by self exploration that colleges so eagerly seek from applicants. The anxiety is everlasting, but perhaps the product of self-understanding will be attainable and wonderful.

2014 also brought on a slew of college classes, quickly blossomed and fizzled friendships as well as dreamily deep ones, broken hearts and mending hugs. But doesn’t growing up spark all this anyway? Stress seems like a daily occurrence, but so do smiles, and I have never felt more contently polarized.

I discovered the supreme joys of coffee this year on a revealing adventure to New York, and I drink it daily to remind myself that wherever I go, I will leave my heart in the city of dreams, swirling in the turbulent Starry Night and scanning the skyline from a position of power and appreciation.




2015 will be everything a girl could want: working & packing & learning & living & loving. In a few months I could be anywhere in America, hopefully with a mapped out yet flexible plan in mind for how I will use my time. In four months, Miss Musings will turn one, and will serve as a log of my cognitive and writing development over a special time in life.

I hope I have incurable wanderlust and a year of wonderment, but not wondering – instead, achieving happiness on my lifelong quest for contentment. 2015’s journey will be sunny with fireworks and Orlandonian magic, and I will walk with, under, and toward its light.

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Don’t live your life like this

We all despise poor drivers, and the most common culprit to poor driving is texting while doing so. Whether you heard your phone beep with a new Twitter notification or want to see if people like your new profile picture on Facebook, your use of the phone in your car may prevent you from driving at the correct speed limit, going when the light turns green, or even staying on the road altogether.

Plus, you endanger your life when you do not pay attention to your surroundings. Are texts and tweets and instant acronym-littered communication that important?

This all probably sounds like a PSA about not texting and driving… and it is. But, this post is meant to be more of a life lesson, with the message being this: in the words of my mom, who told me this a few days ago, “don’t live your life in thirty second bursts.”


“Three tweets, two texts… thirty seconds? I’m not living my life in thirty seconds. Nope.”

Think about it – the total time you spend checking your phone in thirty second intervals may add up to the time it would take to have several wonderful face-to-face conversations, ride rollercoasters, go canoeing like you have been meaning to, and read the book you haven’t picked up in a few weeks. You may do all of these things, amid the instant communication, mind you, but what if you used more of that insta-communication time towards learning new skills, exercising, resting, and relaxing? Life is busy. It’s back-to-back train rides, soccer practice trips, phone calls, headaches, and worries. Put down your phone. The world will slow down and your nails will suddenly get painted and you will have an evening to talk to your grandparents about all of the beautiful moments you have encountered since you opened your eyes.

I purposely did not invest in a smart phone for the very reason that I love to be in the moment. I will get one eventually for professional reasons, but for now, I limit myself to phone calls and a few texts here and there. Some days I go out and do not even take my phone with me, or I simply turn it off. I find that when I do this I smile more, talk to the people surrounding me, and appreciate the ambiance of the world. I don’t live my life in thirty second bursts when I could live my life in twenty-four hour marathons, with periods of rest and constant appreciation.

Don’t live your life glued to your phone. It will pass by too quickly.

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FAQ’s about homeschooling

“So what school do you go to?”

“Oh, I’m homeschooled.”

“Yeah… sorry, I should have sat you down for that one.”

Me on the outside:

This is awkward.

Me on the inside:

As one could imagine, I have faced many curious people during my ten year long homeschooling journey. Some people let the questions occur organically and within the subject of conversation, others choose to get me alone and rapid-fire questions and assumptive remarks at me, as if they want to take me to some anti-homeschooling shelter. I, frankly, am quite burnt out from being screened for a. social anxiety b. loneliness and c. lack of education. To all of you who choose to interview homeschoolers, here are some personal responses to your burning questions #nofilter.

Is homeschooling isolating?

Why, yes, it is isolating in a sense. You learn at home. You are not waiting in line to use the bathroom or eat lunch. You spend plenty of time in your house, listening to music while doing online classes or worksheets from textbooks. It’s an introverts’ haven. Yet, if you are craving the ever-overrated social experiences, you can seek those out literally anywhere. Or you could just go back to school if you can’t handle some alone time doing – you guessed it – school work. 

Do you like being homeschooled?

To be honest, I like it less and less when I am asked these types of questions all the time.

Joking (sort of) aside, homeschooling has been fine. Public school would have been just as fine, but it was not what I chose to do. Homeschooling is always a choice, not something people are forced into. It is a way of life, like waking up early or late, or choosing work before play.

Why did you start homeschooling?

Ah, the commonplace question home, private, and public schoolers alike ask. To this day I am still unsure of how to answer this question. The easiest way to do so is through an illustration: homeschooling has evolved over many years, and people’s opinions of it have evolved in tandem. I entered homeschooling right in the thick of high intolerance for unorthodox education. My sister wanted to take Algebra I in early middle school, and was told she could not advance to that level unless she wanted to walk to a high school alone during a school day. Talk about isolating! My mom was outraged that her academically-gifted child could not advance herself in math, and was able to foresee me being a similar situation. Now, it is the standard to be a year ahead in math in public school, and plenty of students take online math classes to get ahead. These opportunities were not available at the time my sister and I were considering homeschooling, so we just took a chance and dove into a strange new world. We voyaged through Shakespeare, math, science, and more at home. We joined co-ops, went to local homeschool meetups, and tried to look as publicly acceptable as possible. I am still not sure if all the effort was worth it, and I think we developed just as we would have in public school. Truthfully, we were never skeptical… everyone else was.

Don’t you worry about socialization?

Nope; I’ve got other issues to think about. I also find it ironic people ask me this long after we have had great conversations and really hit it off. It is as if they only started doubting my conversational and social abilities once they found out I was homeschooled… ha! Oh wait…

What do you do for school exactly?

I am fairly lax in the times I do my schooling, but I contribute many hours of my day to learning. No one forces me to, I simply love doing schoolwork (yep, I am THAT kid). I enjoy figuring out new things, writing essays, developing my thought process, and solving problems. When I am not doing actual “schoolwork” I am researching things, writing stories and poetry, watching TED talks, doing brainteasers, and reading the news. Information is out there, everyone, and I love to grab hold of it.

Do you have… you know… friends?

I have as many friends as I need. Not everyone you smile at at school is your friend, you know. But yes, I’m fueled up in the friend department (and this question tends to make people feel awfully inadequate in their search for friendships, BTW).

Are all homeschoolers alike?

Absolutely not. Homeschoolers range in ages, creativity, logic and reasoning ability, race, religion, gender, ideas, talents, exposure to people, critical thinking skills, public speaking strengths, interests, and more. Sounds a lot like public and private school, eh?

Remember, if you still feel the need to ask a homeschooler questions, do not feel discouraged to do so. There is nothing wrong with curiosity! Just note that the frequency of your question may be so high that the person’s patience for that question may be next to non-existent. Also note that judging a homeschooler’s xyz abilities JUST because he or she is homeschooled is quite distasteful. We certainly respect all forms of schooling, knowing that we are in the minority, which promotes tolerance of all types of people in the homeschooled community. We want you to learn, if that is the sole intent of questioning, but not at the expense of common courtesy. Sensitivity and some social awareness are necessary prerequisites to jumping into a grill fest. Tread softly!

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#ALSIceBucketChallenge views from someone affected by ALS

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Courtesy of prweb.com


A few years ago, my second cousin was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s disease, which is more commonly known by its abbreviation “ALS.” He was projected to live several years with the terminal disease, but passed away months before his time. His dream house, a final project of his, was not completely built at the time of his death. No one saw premature loss coming, or rather, no one wanted to.

Lou Gehrig’s disease was never really widely spoken about – it is a rough battle that is not only practically incurable, but unable to be diagnosed accurately. Even though I had only met my second cousin once, I felt affected by the loss and noticed the toll it took on our family, particularly my dad, who saw my second cousin as one of his childhood pals. Whenever we would mention my second cousin the household would squirm a little, simply because terminal disease is scary and haunting. It can affect you at any moment, and there is no stopping it.

In an attempt to ameliorate our loss, I began writing a novel about befriending someone inflicted with a terminal disease. I will always feel disturbed by ALS and mourn the loss of a man who my father was so close to. I had also been wanting to write a book for quite some time, but everything I wrote seemed superficial and less than spectacular. This was an opportunity to not only write something of merit, but perhaps, to bring light to a disease that can take away the brightest, the funniest, and the most humble people in a matter of months.

Just 20,000 words into my novel, a 10 second video clip appeared on my Facebook feed.

The #ALSIceBucketChallenge.


These videos spread like a virus across my computer. Every band I had ever liked and every restaurant I had ever been to enlisted staff members, performers, camera people, friends, family, and strangers to dump ice water on their heads. And I can’t say I love it.

People have had their qualms with the ice bucket challenge – it’s too trendy, it’s a chain letter, the foundation funds research that they disagree with, and that people are mindlessly dumping ice on their heads and without learning anything about the disease. I am sure, to an extent, that all of these statements are valid and worth saying. Not all hashtags are effective, and no amount of tweets or Instagram videos is going to educate the masses about ALS or help others grieve untimely death. However, the chain letter effect of these videos has led to a significant increase in donations to the foundation, even though the money would need to exist in a constant stream for years to significantly fund research and produce notable results.

That means the Ice Bucket Challenge would need to happen more than once, to become a tradition, not a fad, for the ALS Association to make strides in ALS treatment, let alone research.

If you want to contribute more, donate more, donate more regularly, or seek to educate, not just to get the attention of others. Is the #ALSIceBucketChallenge a great marketing technique? Sure. Is it improving mass knowledge of ALS or assisting in the grieving process? I am not so convinced.

What do you think of the #ALSIceBucketChallenge? There seem to be mixed reviews. Leave me a comment below with your thoughts!


9 facts we all learned from ‘The Breakfast Club’

Just ask me about The Breakfast Club. Prepare for a dissertation – I have a PhD in Breakfast-ology.

Even so, I am not the only girl who learned a thing or two from this infamous 80’s film. Here is what I took away from one of my favorite movies of all time, and perhaps one of the most influential ones.

Growing up isn’t too fun.


Source: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/03/24/30th-anniversary-breakfast-club_n_5023062.html

The amount of screws fallen = amount of imperfection in the world


Source: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/03/24/30th-anniversary-breakfast-club_n_5023062.html

Dissatisfaction can always be more than skin deep.


Source: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/03/24/30th-anniversary-breakfast-club_n_5023062.html

Teenagers follow each other in packs.


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Rebellion is liberating. 


Source: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/03/24/30th-anniversary-breakfast-club_n_5023062.html

The opinions of others can affect anyone, even “criminals.”


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We all have the ability to be offended. We all can get hurt by false impressions.

Basically, acting on assumptions = bad.


Source: http://learnwithcolleen.blogspot.com/2013/08/why-breakfast-club-is-best-movie-ever.html

We are equally problematic. We are the same, because we are all different.


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No one is as he or she seems.

The entire point of The Breakfast Club is to portray stereotypical characters, and then reveal their complexities through communication. In this case, each character undergoes some sort of abuse from authority figures, parents and even peers. They all hide their vulnerability through different images – the tough jock, the heartless bad boy, the perfect princess, etc. – but what they seem to be is a far cry from what they are: damaged.

What it’s really like being homeschooled

We are hiding... our awesomeness.

We are hiding… our awesomeness. Image Source: http://singaporehomeschooling.com/


“You’re homeschooled? Oh… cool… yeah… so, don’t you worry about socialization?”

Oh, don’t I ever! I go to the movies with my friends on weekday mornings, shop at Target at 8AM, and go to parties and dances on the weekends. Sometimes I worry I socialize too much… wait, that’s not what you meant?

According to a quick poll among my fellow homeschooled friends, this is one of the most common comments we receive after outing ourselves as homeschooled to our peers. People frequently assume that because we are not sitting in a classroom for seven hours a day, breathing the air of our fellow teens, that we can’t hack it in the real world, which is obviously a social one. I mean, why else would teenagers be texting each other all the time and stammering when they talk to their own parents? It’s a social world, and we are simply sitting ducks with our impeccable communication skills and unique insights carefully honed during our time learning outside of the classroom.

Speaking of not learning in classrooms, it is only natural to assume that homeschoolers are not “well educated.” We are not educated like everyone else, so there has to be something fundamentally flawed with how we learn. Right? Right??? Perhaps I should just let my SAT scores and plethora of Jane Austen quotes do the talking, but I will elaborate instead. Homeschoolers learn three-dimensionally. We communicate with adults more frequently than our colleagues, so we tend to have more mature grasps on worldly issues spurred by such conversations. For example, while some of my public schooled peers were chattering on about Twilight, I was seeking just one kid who could talk about the fiscal cliff with me in as great depth as my father could. As a homeschooler I also took accredited classes online and read myriad books on topics ranging from Japanese culture to holocaust and genocide studies. While I took the classes to put toward my credibility as a student, the other things I learned, yes, for fun. I know I am not the only homeschooler who feels so alienated by ignoramuses that I take it upon myself to constantly be outperforming my public schooled peers. This is merely an obligation I feel for my fellow unorthodox students. In short, homeschoolers feel pressure to prove themselves as smart in order to avoid people questioning their intelligence; reading between the lines, this may mean that we are in fact more educated than some of our colleagues because we have to prove our abilities, not just skate by on general education.

Not all reactions to being homeschooled are negative. Some of my friends have heard remarks like “wow, you’re so lucky!” and “that means you get to sleep in, right?” Both of these statements still come from a place of ignorance, but they are a little less hurtful than comments like “so do you live on a farm?” and “I would miss socializing too much.” Yet I must say, the worst comments are the ones not even said at all – the glares, the stares, the looks of utmost horror, and of course, the newfound disinterest in befriending such a “weird” kid.

Since I have been homeschooled for ten years, I have faced all of these reactions after telling people that I am homeschooled. Admittedly, I was ashamed to admit my homeschooled status, because as soon as I would be getting along with people my age, once I outed my education situation, I was suddenly:

  • Living on a farm
  • Uneducated
  • Socially awkward
  • And totally friendless


All of these things are far from true, yet it is hard not to feel like you’re trapped in a “homeschooled closet” when everyone has the same opinions of you based on how you have chosen to be educated. People fail to realize that homeschoolers come from diverse backgrounds. I cannot even count how many times I have asked kids “why did you start homeschooling?” because I know that every story is different. People homeschool because they have learning disabilities, have high aptitudes, felt slowed down by traditional education, wanted more time to pursue the arts or sports, were bullied, or simply liked to learn a little bit differently.

In the end, we homeschoolers are just kids and teens trying to make it through puberty. We have to seek out friendships and work hard to show people that we are “just like everyone else,” and yet completely different in our own special ways. Some of us dual enroll at colleges, others take classes online, and others just stick to the books. Few of us live on farms. All of us have friends. Finally, we are all just students, even if we aren’t initially treated as such – but some of us may have published books or ridden rollercoasters all day on a Tuesday.

If you haven’t talked to a homeschooler yet, I highly recommend you give it a try; you will be surprised, and most likely, delighted.

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Why Grimmie is destined to win ‘The Voice’

"The Voice" promotional photo.

“The Voice” promotional photo. Source: http://www.wetpaint.com/the-voice/gallery/2014-04-16-season-6-top-12-artists/photo/2014-04-16-josh-kaufman


With the Top 10 revealed and the fate in the audience’s hands, there is not much speculation as to who will be crowned “The Voice” this round.

Christina Grimmie, a YouTube star, auditioned for “The Voice” this season with a controlled, yet powerful take on Miley’s hit song “Wrecking Ball.” Her performance caught the attention of all four judges, but despite Usher’s shouts of encouragement, Grimmie chose Adam Levine as her coach. It was her first great step towards winning it all this season. Here is why my money is on Grimmie.

1. She chose Adam Levine (a.k.a. pop superstar and winner extraordinaire) as her coach.

Adam practically mass produces competition winners. He won two of the five competitions, while Blake Shelton won the other three. The odds are good that Grimmie will take the sixth spot.

2. Two and a half million people would buy tickets to see Grimmie in concert.


Still from Grimmie's YouTube video.

Still from Grimmie’s YouTube video.


That’s right: the girl has two and a half million subscribers to her YouTube channel, to which she has uploaded cover videos for several years. That said, the majority of her performances on “The Voice” top two million views, so her fan base is quite consistent. She has already amassed a committed and huge following over the years, just through YouTube and not commercial success.

3. Everything would work for her.


Album cover.

Album cover. Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Find_Me_(Christina_Grimmie_EP)


Grimmie released an indie album entitled Find Me in 2011 which debuted at number 35 on the Billboard 200 chart nationally. It ranked significantly higher on the Independent Album list, as it had less competition. She has made music videos, created a following, opened for fellow teen star Selena Gomez on tour, has a second album that debuted last summer, and already has an image that is completely marketable – punky, zesty, girly and powerful. Finding a “persona” has been consistently difficult for now-independent contestants on “The Voice,” but Grimmie already possesses the look she would need to sell albums and does not have to change to suit the needs of a label. Literally all “The Voice” is is a few weeks of voting by her loyal fans, a chance to perform on television and gain even more exposure, and a guaranteed record deal at the end of it all. If she wants the record deal and is already “perfect” in regards to commercial management, winning would be well-suited for her.

4. This note. Or you could just watch the full performance from Monday night below.


Although I am an avid “The Voice” fan, since the Blake Shelton “three-peat” I have not been keeping my eyes on the show. Even still, I know who is going to win. Now it’s your turn to answer: is Grimmie destined to win “The Voice?” Comment below with your thoughts.

Watch “The Voice” on NBC Monday and Tuesday nights! 

Memoirs of a quiet kid

“Come out of your shell, Samantha.” – Every teacher I have ever had

But I don’t wanna! I would respond indignantly in my head. First, I do not have a literal shell. Second, no humans do. Third, if we did have shells, why would we want to leave a protective and warm casing that is so perfectly designed for us?

As a blooming young introvert plenty of elements in my life were different from those of other kids. I preferred to read books than talk and have my one TRUE friend instead of several acquaintances. I would get really attached to a single concept, whether it was a person or a culture or the TV series Kim Possible. In school and extracurricular activities I often fit in with a group of extroverts as the trustworthy “secret-keeper;” but I would be dumped aside shortly after the entire burden was spilt. Herein you see the drawbacks of liking silence – it leads to a recycled bond of friendship, tried and false.



Source: http://www.aboutourkids.org/articles/helping_shy_kids_get_most_out_their_school_experience


However, there were plenty of benefits to being a quiet girl. I constantly found ways to entertain myself. In my cozy, metaphorical shell I would dream up outrageous stories, role play with my Barbies for hours, design business plans for fake Parisian bakeries and dance studios and choreograph to the new Radio Disney CD. Some of my fondest memories were formed during blissful “me-time.” But more importantly, I can now visualize these memories instantly since my time spent dreaming sharpened my ability to remember thoughts and generate ideas. I feel my budding intellect was nurtured during the time I spent alone; I read voraciously when I was bored and honed my interests through research and discovery. Sure, I was a quiet child, stuck in a social shell, but I was also quite interesting.

Yet even as I got older the social stigma against introversion loomed over me; I remember sitting down for breakfast on the first day of a summer camp and being asked by a counselor why I wasn’t sitting with anyone. “Because I like to spend time by myself,” I responded confidently. He still sat next to me, too concerned with his own definition of normal social behavior to realize he was ignoring my preference. Naturally, I was annoyed and only wanted to pull the “shell” tighter – especially if it meant having some time alone with my thoughts.

Some people need their quiet time; I certainly know I do.

Is introversion seen as social anxiety by today’s standards?