Funny how you want something about as long as you can’t have it. A few years ago, I would have done anything to be allowed to have a blog, but my parents refused. And it was going to an amazing blog, too—I was going to be famous, have a following! People in New York City and DC would subscribe to the little 7th-grade whackjob’s blog, thinking she was some great political analyst. My political and journalistic careers would be simultaneously launched before I was even out of middle school! But no, Mom said. The child molesters would find me long before any congressmen did, and people with blogs never got hired anywhere good, anyway.
Alas, time and teachers have now officially forced her to accept my new blogger status, and as it would seem that a language arts grade has a greater immediate effect on employment than a relatively obscure website, she has consented. (Although I was told in no uncertain terms that anything I had to say about communism or creationism was to be omitted). Yippee. Now if I could think of anything to write.
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