Blog Post Number One, Ready Set Write....

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.