So I started the IB. I started my English Lit class, and our first assignment was to write about ourselves. It was fun – so I thought I’d share it with you.
So, as I don’t really know what exactly to write I think I should start out with the basics. My parents named me Alaw, which directly translates from Welsh to Melody. It may be a pain in the ass to pronounce for 90% of the people I know, but I like it. It’s a pretty simple word to say. People seem to over complicate it – and I believe people do the same with English Literature. In reality, it’s pretty simple, and to put in an ‘I’m scraping a pass mark’ way – all you have to do is bullshit and back it up.
And then to move it on to a broader topic – I believe life is the same. You make it up as you go along, at least I do.
I’ve never had a plan for my life. I don’t really set goals – and if I’ honest, I rather not. Sure, some people find goal making useful – it’s the opposite for me. I find that making goals makes disappointment. Alaw doesn’t like goals. Alaw was never good at football.
I guess I learnt this from my family. My Dad is a poet, novelist and an all-around clever guy. My Mum just knows everything – be it cliché or not, I’m not biased. As a result, my sister has an amazing work ethic, scored 42 points in the IB, and is also the coolest person I know. I’m the wonky one, at least I like to think I am. I’m not really a hard worker, unless it involves baking cupcakes, and I’m all around average. But that’s cool. Believe me, this is not self-pity. I mean, I was dumb enough to move to Africa at sixteen.
Anyway, I’m off topic. And the topic is me, which is really strange. I actually haven’t written a lot of facts about myself, because I feel like that is just theory. I’ve never been a math’s person (the people close to me will know that), but I’d say I know around 3% of myself – sans favourite colour, food etc. So to be honest, I disliked the task. I decided instead of writing about myself, I’ll write like myself – which usually contains awkward questions and goofy remarks.
I also get frustrated easily. My mum tells me I have a ‘short fuse’, but usually I just get angry because I think I’m right about everything. Although this is all a bit vague, I hope you get a slight picture of me. A really crappy picture. Some clever old men wearing dapper suits and berets may call it ‘modern art’. I call it failing. Missing the goal.
But then again, I’ve never been good at football.