Born on December 17th, 1991, I (Abigail [Abbey] Leighann Lawrence) graced the modest, three-story home of first-time parents, Harold and Leigh Ann Lawrence, with my dazzling and intoxicating presence. As I read the sentence back to myself, I have to chuckle (my mother rolled her eyes and sighed: the sigh of a mother burdened with work and household chores; her job is never-ending); my level of arrogance is truly not at the level I just seemingly portrayed. However, I could not fathom the thought of starting my introduction with, “My name is Abigail (Abbey) Leighann Lawrence…” The sentence just comes across as standard; I’ve used the generic beginning more times than I can count. I strive to be original, especially with my writing; I want to stand out.
No longer do I cover the spot of being an only child. Three siblings have added to the chaos of the Lawrence household. I have one younger sister: Allison “Pidge” Brooke. Allison is a junior in high school; I can’t believe she is that old. It seems like just yesterday I was carrying her around (Nana was supposed to be monitoring me, but I evaded her “careful” eye) the hospital showing her off to absolutely anyone that would pay attention. Pidge is a talented athlete. I have two younger brothers: Alexander (Alex) Harold and little Aaron Ryan. Alex is an eighth-grader. He is hormonal and smells like he is constantly sweating (mom does make him shower twice-a-day and put on deodorant frequently). Aaron is in fourth grade. He is hilarious; we always find him making weapons and other inventions. My mother, Leigh Ann, is a third grade teacher, and my father, Harold Ray, is a pharmacist.
Even though I was born and lived in Fairfax, Missouri, for four years, I consider my hometown to be Rock Port, Missouri. Rock Port is forty-five minutes west of Maryville, Missouri. Our “claim to fame” is being the first community to be completely (100%) powered by wind. There are 24 wind turbines throughout the county; although wind turbines may not seem exciting or attractive, the wind turbines add character to the area. It is absolutely breathtaking to look at the contrast of a bright, white wind turbine against the ever-changing sky. Rock Port has also received an enormous amount of publicity from the flood (the interstate is VERY wet), which has devastated the crops and livelihoods of several farmers.
I am a sophomore at Northwest Missouri State University, and I do not have a major. Introduction to Creative Writing appealed to me because English is a potential choice for a major. Last year I took three English courses: Composition 111, Composition 112, and Introduction to Literature. I loved the classes; writing has been the best “outlet” for me as far as a relaxation (I become anxious easily; I will probably have small “freak-outs” throughout the semester) technique. My goal is to make my blog interesting; I want to make people care about my writing. I also want to use the blog as a learning opportunity.
When I write, I feel like I don’t have to censor myself. I can pretend to be whoever or whatever I want to be; it’s like playing dress-up with my psyche. With this particular class, I hope to maximize and capitalize on my writing potential; however, I also realize that I may have over-estimated my capabilities as a writer. I’m ready to accept critique and try to become a better writer and person.
-Abigail (Abbey) Lawrence J
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