I was a new girl at school and already people we're calling me by the wrong name.
You see my name is difficult to pronounce. I guess? Really only small children, my family,
and Lee can say it right. By the time I was 6 teachers, peers, and strangers pronounced
my name So-see-na. It's So-sin-ah, fools.
But I don't mean that these schoolmates we're butchering my name. They were calling me
Blessie. Blessie? Who the eff is that? So I figure out who this Blessie girl is that people are
confusing with me. I investigate.
Oh she's that pretty girl on the softball team? She knows seven different languages?
She was the youngest in the class before I came in? Did she skip a grade or... Oh
you don't know? Guess I'll ask her myself...
So little old me aproached little old Blessie sitting in the bleachers before school
started. She doesn't look like me at all... So you speak 7 different languages huh?
Yeah. Cool. Yeah. Then we go to class.
Long Story Short.... My bestfriend went skydiving today.
Shes nuts, who jumps out of a plane?
Nonetheless, I'm terribly impressed with her.
She's inspiring and fearless.
