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Having a blog post as an assignment is sometimes a difficult task to carry out. You want your post to be personal, but not too personal. You want it to be insightful, but not sappy; funny, yet serious. You want to put your feelings out there, but you don't want to feel judged for them. Writing is a personal thing, it's very difficult to write about any one subject without letting your own feelings show through. When the only person you have to worry about seeing your work is the professor, it's much easier to let your thoughts flow. But when you're worried about what the world thinks, it becomes much more difficult to express yourself without holding back. Hopefully, throughout this process I will become one of those writers who doesn't let anyone's opinion affect their writing.

fall

I love fall. In my opinion, it's the perfect season. Cool windy weather, beautiful red and orange leaves, the smells, the bonfires, and of course Thanksgiving and Halloween. Fall has no faults on my perfect weather checklist. Not only is fall beautiful to look at, it smells wonderful. No other season can boast the wonderful smells fall has to offer. The scents of Cinnamon, pumpkin, bonfires, caramel apples. The smell of the earthy fallen leaves, and let's not forget the delicious scents that come with Thanksgiving. The wardrobe that fall brings is just as great. Sweaters, jackets, scarves, boots, they're all fun to wear. Fall has just about arrived here in Indiana, and I couldn't be more excited.

Home Away From Home

While preparing for college, my first thought was "I'm never coming home." The thought of absolute freedom was so sweet I could nearly taste it. Being at home meant no privacy, nosy parents and siblings, chores, and undesirable 'older sister' duties. When envisioning life at Ball State I saw pure unadulterated freedom, little to no responsibilities, and endless opportunities to have fun. I was sorely mistaken. 
Life at Ball State has shown me how much I truly love my home and family. I've never missed them, never wished I were home, never preferred my noisy house to a quiet dorm room, but this last month has taught me how valuable family is. It was a lesson I never thought I'd have to learn, yet here I am. But don't get me wrong, I love BSU. I love the atmosphere, the diversity, the beautiful architecture. Ball State is the one place I feel at home, other than at 213 Pearl Street.   

Memories

  I have a lot of memories that I carry with me from my childhood. Some good, some bad, but they were all important events I experienced growing up. Memories are incredibly important. They give you a sense of who you are, who you were, and who you hope to become. Memories allow us to avoid making the same mistakes and help us remember what we did correctly. Without memories, history would repeat itself over and over again. We learn through our experiences and grow from them, which is why it is critical we maintain the memories from our childhood. The innocence we had and the basic life skills we learned have been large factors in determining who we are as adults.