Well readers, I’ve been meaning to let you know that this was happening, but with finals and papers and all manner of crazy that is occurring, it totally slipped my mind. The name of this blog is changing from The Life and Times of a Girl Called Lucky to The Life and Times of a Woman Called Zoe. You see Zoe is sort of the mature, slightly, and at least adult revamp of Lucky. Same author, new name to represent a change in the author’s world view and the like. The girl who started this blog as a freshman in college has at least to some extent, maybe the smallest extent, grown up and she has sort of faded. All the lessons that Lucky has learned have been added to the knowledge and perspective of Zoe. Now faced with the looming real world of law school and then real life as opposed to the at least somewhat sheltered life of a college student, Zoe has emerged, and she was a long time coming. I mean think have started happening that make me think in very adult future oriented fashion. For example, TBR, Tennessee Board of Regents, a committee overseeing my campus has been doing things that will seriously devalue my degree, meaning that I along with other students with brains and lead by intelligent professors who care about our education have to fight. TBR wants to do things like force students to take online classes and take professors out of the classroom, and they have nerve to say that the professors and faculty who are letting us, the students, know what is happening are being irresponsible. So you see, dear readers, I now have to worry about the fact some crazy idiots may pass a ‘business model’ plan that might make my degree worthless.
Besides that Lucky was Spoony’s girl, and she was sort of scared and nervous. She wasn’t as confident nor as strong as I have become recently with the help of good friends, like Brandi and S-ra. She was a bit less snarky and blunt, and she didn’t always tell it like it is the way I do now. I used to be different, less in your face and bam. But now I see that I can’t be Lucky anymore because Lucky got kicked around and walked all over, and I refuse to let that happen anymore. Zoe stands up, and Lucky took it. I guess this may sound stupid to my readers, and if you decide this diminishes me and what I say, then fine, I won’t take it personally. Honestly, Lucky is childish, and Zoe is less so. I won’t say that the snark will be more mature or the ideas will suddenly become ‘adult’ because I’m still in my early twenties, but I will say that I will have less of a childish feel.
Priorities have also changed for me. It’s now not just about the grades and then being approved of by my peers and whether I am a likable person. Yes I realize that not caring how many people like me may seem a little harsh and callous and whatnot, but honestly it no longer seems important that everyone loves me and finds me pleasant. I am strong enough to make it without the approval of everyone in the world. Lucky would’ve worried a lot about whether or not Spoony and the mockers and all the professors and everyone else thought she was ok. I don’t think I need that anymore, I’m not the girl I used to be. I am Zoe, changing my name here just marks a change in me.
Quote of the Day: “Who I am is who I wanna be ” –Reba McEntire, “I’m a Survivor”
