So, though I know that I will not actually be able to blog every day (hello 2 days in Hamburg and 4 days in Paris!) I will do my best to write.
Day 1: The Story of Your Life in 250 Words or Less
Little, bald Isabel (age 1)
Five years at an alternative elementary school provided me with an idyllic childhood: growing up surrounded by creativity, encouragement, and hugs from my friends and teachers; hours spent running through the woods, splashing in streams, catching frogs; devouring books; championing imagination; sitting outside learning to write poetry about nature; never learning to stand silently in a straight line. I endured my awkward preteens through my public middle school, before transferring to a private, all-girls high school in the next town over. It was there that I learned to push myself to do the best that I could, while also experiencing the dissatisfaction that came with a life jam-packed with only academics. The summers, however, were sprinkled with travel experiences--Italy, Canada, the Republic of Georgia--which led me to do my first semester of college abroad in London, and again study in Europe two years later in Copenhagen. It was in through this that I finally began to understand the importance of balance: as much as a loved challenging myself to succeed, true happiness for me comes with the perfect mixture of work and play.
As a lifelong student, I have been shaped by my experiences surrounding school. Because of my childhood, I have always challenged authority, stubbornly refusing to respond to if I didn't feel cared about, refusing to memorize instead of deeply understand; I crave community, feeling most myself when I am around people I love; I feel revitalized by nature and sunlight and the outdoors; I love to read; and I constantly come back to daydreaming about my creative passions. In high school I learned to work hard, to push myself to the brink, because I knew that I could handle it. In college, I finally began to learn that I am made whole by a balance of my passions, a truth that I am still in the process of realizing.