So
it has come to the time for me to write my first blog entry. Though I fully
understand the concept that of which if we write more it will help us in turn
be better writer’s but it can just be a very daunting task to do, for example
what does one write about? Where do I even begin, it’s a difficult question
because of the fact when I am not given a prompt I don’t know what to write
about and of course it is of open understanding that we mustn’t write about
things that are to personal but when I do decide to journal that’s how I get
words onto the page. So where does that
leave me, I may be able to write about previous trips, fond memories, what I
learned in class today, the people I run into on a daily basis or even what I
did today. But I highly doubt that any of those topics will be interesting to
whomever may read this blog entry, but I did remember that Mr. Parkhurst said
that we could even write about not knowing what to write about and that the
very process of writing will just help us so that is what I’m doing. Here I go
writing about not knowing what to write about, it seems almost like the concept
of inception. Maybe my first post can be about me and the moment I first knew
what I wanted to do when I “grew up”, cliché yes I know but still it obviously
played an important role in where I am now. When I was younger I
whole-heartedly believed that my dad had the coolest job on the planet,
although he was just an animal control officer that man was my hero. Beginning
at age six my dad would bring the most amazing animals home for us to see
ranging from reptiles to birds to even small mammals, I even once have woken up
to a snapping turtle in my bathtub. One night we had gone to the shelter to
visit my day, late at night, and he told me he had a very special surprise for
me. It turns out that that surprise was a fawn, only standing about two feet
tall it was there looking at me and it was the most amazing moment in my mere
seven years of life. From the moment I touched and helped feed that fawn I knew
I wanted to work with animals just like that. As of now I am a forest wildlife
management major and I couldn’t be happier with my choice, getting the hands on
experience and with the chance of one day becoming a wildlife biologist has
been worth it all. Although my dad may not be here to see me achieve this
dream, I know that he is the inspiration behind all my hard work and it was him
that inspired me to do what I love.
