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Hmmmm... sitting here I think about what the heck I am supposed to say to all of you, so you can really get a taste of who I am. I could easily say I am a sophomore at Rutgers University planning one day to become an equine vet, but this to me does not help you guys really know me. I could also easily say that I am a new member of the Phi Sigma Sigma family and am an athlete on the Rutgers Equestrian Team, but again do these define me? I have been given this assignment to introduce myself, but I never introduce myself the same way every time or say one specific thing. I think how you introduce yourself really depends on the circumstances. How your feeling that day, whether your meeting a girl or a boy, the setting of where you meet that person. I guess Im just blabbing on about how I can not seem to figure out how to tell you who I am. I guess ill just tell you something random.  I put a few ideas in a hat and picked one out, it said write about hiking.

So here we are I can imagine it so perfectly.
It is fall the sun is just cracking through warming her face welcoming her as she walks the trail. It is 60 degrees out and the air is crisp, she looks comfortable. The leaves dance around on the ground flashing their color as the wind picks them up. Danielle tries to come once a day with her dog Star Gazer. She looks at him as he runs ahead of her, the sun hits his red coat, it shimmers, he is beautiful. Danielle never knew how much she enjoyed walking until her family got Star Gazer, he forced her to walk and forever she will be grateful for that. Walking alone with no one else to her is so freeing, it gives her brain a chance to wonder. Her legs find a rhythm and take her up up up and away, higher up the mountain. There is silence, no ones voice to hear not even her own. She finds complete solitude for a part of the day, it relaxes her.

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  1. AimeeSeptember 15, 2018 at 2:49 PM

    Danielle, I want more!! this is a snapshot of you, but it leaves me with more questions. I like the writing in the last paragraph---very descriptive and specific--this is where your poetry lives. You could write an entire poem about walking alone on the beach--why it is that you feel less inhibited in those moments, and what you're like in other situations. So much to explore here--take your time with these posts--you'll find self-reflection and writing more useful as the semester goes on and you start to decide on a focus for your final project.

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