" I can't this weekend I have to go to my dad's" this is a sentence I have said many times over the course of my life. My parents are divorced. this isn't a sob story about watching my family fall apart , this the story of how it changed me. I was only two years old when my parents split up so basically my entire life has been two separate houses and two separate families. If I didn't have two sets of parents I wouldn't be the person I am to day. Growing up with two sets of parents seems awesome because you know two birthdays ,two Christmases, etc. But it's actually hard having for four people to obey and listen to for advice.
I live with my mom and I visit my dad's house. It's weird to talk to my dad because he might be my dad but I don't know him. I lived with my mother for my entire life and grew in a house with my mom and sister only. My sister and I grew up being told to be independent and be ourselves and doing that around my father, stepmom and stepdad is extremely difficult because the person I am was created by only my mom and sister no one else.
My entire being has been shaped and molded by my parents divorce.

high notes for change

Failure. It's a scary thing. no one wants to fail but its part of life. Sometimes its things that can be fixed and other times its things that change your life forever. this is a stupid cliché petty failure but it stuck with me because it changed me.
Freshman year I was in voice and for our final we had to sing a solo in front of the class now this seems like no big deal because we had been doing this all semester but I was super nervous. So I'm one of the last ones to go after the "crazy good people" have rocked their solos. I get through my song up until the highest note of the piece (I had only hit this note one time before so I was really nervous) and I completely botch the note, it was a mess. I failed at hitting the note but what I really failed at was being true to myself. I finally realized while hitting the very wrong note that for the entire class I had been trying to please and impress the "amazing" singers that sat in the front row and goofed off and could give a crap about this little freshman.
I was letting myself get lost in the fact that I was not as good as these other people and it mad me feel awful about myself and I took me until the final for the class for me to realize that that was not who I wanted to be.
My failure to hit one high note resulted in me finding out that I don't want to care what others thought of me especially if they make me feel bad because I'm not good enough for them.