Holding Hands

Apprehension Ebbing

I must admit that I'm feeling less resistant toward blogging. Actually, it has become slightly addicting--in both a good and a bad way. As I become familiar with the process, I become more confident. However, I don't want to become a blogger who blogs about every, little thing (i.e. Dullest Blog) that happens in his or her life. But I do feel this sense of curiosity--if I should call it that. I want to see where this new channel can take me and where it has already taken the world.

The Only Thing To Fear Is Fear Its Self!

Oh, come on! There is a plethora of things to fear. Like broccoli and freshmen! Ohhhh, I shudder to think. But I am also a teeny, tiny bit afraid of blogging. I feel that this blogging can be just another medium by which I expose my ignorance and other flaws. However, I am an optimist! And as such, I'll try to view blogging as a way to improve or completely eliminate my said flaws and become a valuable member of the academic community. Yes, I know what you're thinking, "Good luck with that, Rachel." To which I say, "Thank you; I'll need it!"

Now, how to post pictures. I'll click here...OOPS! That doesn't look good. Where's the fire extinguisher?!?!?!

Testing, one, two, three

Okay, I'm trying my best to blog. I fear that failure is inevitable. Already, I've had three (yes, three!) near death experiences. I'll need to eat something in order to recover. Snack machine here I come...