How ‘Bout Them Cowgirls?

So it dawned on me that I’m not sure I ever actually did a post on who I am. I think I’ve done a few things with little tidbits of information, but never a full post on exactly who Lucky is. I’ve given you teasers, but nothing more than that. And so, I give you “How ‘Bout Them Cowgirls?”, an entry who’s sole purpose is to fill you in on who the girl behind the blog actually is. Let’s see, what should I tell my readers?

Lucky is a twenty year old southern woman, that you already knew. Well, she’s a college junior, in her second semester of junior year, and a pre-law major, minoring in English. She’s a writer and occassional artist, a total camera whore and picture junkie. She’s a red head with hazel, almost green at times, eyes and stands a whopping 5′7″. Weight will forever remain a secret but lets just says she’s curvy. She’s addicted to music and is a total bibliophile. Yeah, that sounds weird and dirty, but it isn’t. Click the link for a definition of the word. Lucky is also a theater geek, addicted to the stage, and making no effort to reform. If life were a musical she’d love it. She’s a cowgirl and country hick, so to speak. She grew up on farms and spent her formative years in the mud and in the dirt. Tomboy, much? Hell yes, and proud of it. She speaks with a drawl and a twang, making it fun to talk to her if you don’t speak ‘Southern’ or have a translator.

Anyway, those are some basics. Now onto a few interesting things about my growing up, since that’s what makes me who I am. I was born in a small town and that’s where I’ve lived most of my life. I was eating real food by the time I was a year and half old. By three I’d already been to the hospital twice for injuries that I still have scars to show from. I was run over with a riding lawnmower, in some kind of freak accident that could only happen to someone like me. I was two and half, and it savagely mutilated my left leg. I’m lucky to still have the leg, much less be able to use it. I do have nerve damage and really hideous scars, but I can live with them. Then I busted my head open on an electric organ and had to have stitches in my eyebrow, I still have a scar there, as well. By first grade I was wearing glasses. I could read ‘big books’ before I reached kindergarten and had to have extra work to keep me busy in school. I only spent three years at Hobgood Elementary, a city school, where I never belonged. Even as a little kid you know when you are different.

From 3rd grade to 8th grade, I went to this tiny little county school called Walter Hill, and that was where I met my best friend S, D–, C-lyn, and Jonathan. The place was small and cramped, and we had ‘portables’, which are basically trailors for classrooms. But some part of me loved that place, and there are times when I long for it’s simplicity. As you can imagine going from tiny WH to great big Oakland High was like taking a little fish from a tiny pond and throwing her in a huge ocean. It was at Oakland I met Wallis-san and his sister A, and developed my passion for the stage even farther. Salty taught me that I could do something great and I owe a great deal to the man who became my director. I spent two years at Oakland before I became a Star.

By that I mean there was a big spilt when they built a new high school and I chose to leave Oakland to go to Siegel High. I met important people in my life there as well. I met guys who nearly destroyed me and friends who pulled me through. J was a friend I met there, and so was Kansas, though he has since faded from my life. I met Spoony there, my senior year, and fell in love for the last time. I say that because I have never loved anyone like I love him, and I have at last found my match. I went to prom with him, and he was there when I graduated. I will some day marry him, and he will be the man I spend the rest of my life with. I developed the relationship I have with my close friends at SHS, and would not trade that for the world.

Since then, I have been in college, working my way through classes, doing Mock Trial, surviving crazy events, and living. It wasn’t until I started at MTSU that I really began living. I nearly went crazy, broke down and fell apart a million times, had my heart broken, have had it mended, have been pushed around and stepped on, have picked myself back up, and put myself back together. But I have lived and I have discovered just who I really am. I’ve refused to sell out, and it has made me strong. I’ve learned that my own self respect is worth more than all the popularity in the world. I’m proud of myself, I’m stronger, smarter, wiser, braver. I know how to take care of myself, but I also know I can trust that other people care too. I can trust myself to do what’s right, but I know I’m not totally alone. I can count on me, but I can also count on others. Life has taught me more than I can say, and I know there is a lot to learn. I may not be perfect, but I can deal with that now. And I’m damn good at being one thing: Being who I am and who I’ll always be, whatever that means and whatever that takes.