Any editing is appreciated. But also, do you think this is too boring (or even not considered a quirk)/Should I write about something else?
We are a community with quirks, both in language (we'll welcome you to Grounds, not campus) and in traditions. Describe one of your quirks and why it is part of who you are.
"Stop dad!" I yell, as my family and I are driving around campus. At these multiple pit stops, I run out to capture the scenery, embrace the atmosphere, or just take a small unique pebble as a keepsake. "One last stop, I promise, we have to visit the Rotunda. It's the center of the entire UVA community," I urged as my father gave me sigh and a knowing look, understanding my tendency and love of exploring, photography, and documenting.
As we resume our road trip, I scribble to write the entire experience of the unofficial campus visit in my journal while it was still fresh in my mind. I don't blame my dad for his sigh. My family and friends know me for my several journals that are always bulging with mementos of each experience. What other people may think of as useless, such as a ticket stub or fallen leaf, I value as significant tokens. However, my journals are also packed with my endless thoughts in the form of ink. I write to release my feelings when I'm frustrated, facing challenges, or treasuring moments of peace and happiness. Everything from discovering a solution to a dilemma to organizing a fundraising event is documented to keep me focused, organized, and independent. Therefore if you see a girl carrying journal thats binding may be breaking from all the protruding pages, know that that is just her being herself, capturing life within the sheets of her precious journal.
We are a community with quirks, both in language (we'll welcome you to Grounds, not campus) and in traditions. Describe one of your quirks and why it is part of who you are.
"Stop dad!" I yell, as my family and I are driving around campus. At these multiple pit stops, I run out to capture the scenery, embrace the atmosphere, or just take a small unique pebble as a keepsake. "One last stop, I promise, we have to visit the Rotunda. It's the center of the entire UVA community," I urged as my father gave me sigh and a knowing look, understanding my tendency and love of exploring, photography, and documenting.
As we resume our road trip, I scribble to write the entire experience of the unofficial campus visit in my journal while it was still fresh in my mind. I don't blame my dad for his sigh. My family and friends know me for my several journals that are always bulging with mementos of each experience. What other people may think of as useless, such as a ticket stub or fallen leaf, I value as significant tokens. However, my journals are also packed with my endless thoughts in the form of ink. I write to release my feelings when I'm frustrated, facing challenges, or treasuring moments of peace and happiness. Everything from discovering a solution to a dilemma to organizing a fundraising event is documented to keep me focused, organized, and independent. Therefore if you see a girl carrying journal thats binding may be breaking from all the protruding pages, know that that is just her being herself, capturing life within the sheets of her precious journal.