Before spring of my eighth-grade year, I was about the shyest person you could possibly imagine. Just the idea of talking to a boy made me blush. During the 45 minute bus ride to and from school, I sat in the third seat behind the bus driver, knees propped up on the seat in front of me, and read book after book, often needing a flashlight to see. It's no great surprise that I wore... Read more →
A good book + procrastination + laziness = a good day to bake bread Sometimes, math isn't so hard to understand, is it. Let's start with the first variable: a good book. I am seldom without a book. In fact, I commonly start a sentence with, "I was just reading...." Lately, however, it seems like I've been subjected to a string of mediocre books. I'm happy to report that I am currently reading a good... Read more →