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My name is Erica Drake and I am unbearably average. I'm smart but I'm not a genius. I can run a ten minute mile but ask me for anything better than that and it could kill me. I think I'm funny but it's a dry humor and I'm the only one. I have friends but I can't remember how I made them because, in all honestly, people are not my favorite species on the planet. I like dogs much better. Cats too.
Because of how exceedingly boring I am, I really have nothing else to add. Maybe some basic facts?
1) I'm 17. I'll turn 18 in March (mark it in your calendars)
2) I'm a high school senior and as such college is still a mystery so don't ask
3) My mom works for Oracle but I have no idea what she does
4) My sister is a junior at UCLA majoring in mechanical engineering
5) My uncle recently moved into an apartment of his own (and his roommate's) after living in our loft for years
6) Every now and then my grandma forgets how old I am and treats me like an eight year old
7) I've had four concussions in the last two years (short story shorter soccer is a contact sport)
8) My hobbies include reading, writing, soccer, my computer, sleeping, and eating (hanging out with friends gets in there too sometimes)
9) My goals in life include . . . not a lot of things but at the top of that list is not to fail epically at it
10) I really have nothing else to say but I felt that I should end this at a nice, even 10
Backing up a bit to hobbies: writing. I like writing. A lot. It is my iQuest passion. It's something I hope to make a future out of and that's kind of why I'm in the class. I want iQuest to help me figure out how to make that happen because nobody I know seems to know how. My mom was a math major and works for some computer company (or whatever Oracle is), my dad majored in physics, and my sister is a science nerd. And then there's me. Sometimes we just look at each other and wonder where I came from. My mom told me that my dad liked writing in his spare time so she thinks that's it.
And as if that doesn't make me black sheep enough, both my parents are UCLA alumn and that's where my sisters goes and yet I have no desire whatsoever to go there for college. I always thought about heading to So-Cal for school but now that I've been actively looking, I'm thinking out of state would be better. You know, exploring the world and whatnot. Someone says that writers should explore the world and fuel their stories with experience or whatever, and that might be part of the reason why I want to leave but it's mostly because I want to prove to myself that I'm not afraid of leaving.
I've lived a pretty sheltered life. I've been in San Ramon in the same house with the same people with my mom supporting me and my sister and my grandma with the same job for the last fifteen years. I've left the country once, too long ago for me to remember, and that was to go to Mexico. The farthest I've been from California is New York and out of the fifty, I've been to six states.
And so, I say again, I am exhaustingly dull.
With that said, my goal for my senior year? Not to be.
Get a plan.
Get a life.
Do something.
Do everything.
Be brave.
Be interesting.
And how am I going to do that?
I have no idea.
Welcome to my world.
