What will you be remembered as?

The one who smiles when everyone frowns or the one that looks down when everyone else is looking up? Ok so my English teachers grandmother died recently(she was really cool, she helped her dad plant the palm trees in front of the Hawaii temple) and this gave her the brilliant idea that we should write our own obituaries, she says this isn't morbid since they celebrate life and not death, but yeah people don't mind obituaries because they're dead and can't hear people talking about them. Plus its a little akward to write about yourself in third person and in past tense as if you were dead. Well in case you're interested heres mine, the quote is from The Prince.

“Everyone can see what you appear to be, whereas few have direct experience of what you really are…” (Machiavelli) A way to describe Anne would be hidden, so many things she didn’t tell people or let it show. She was an avid reader with a few hundred books crammed in to a lonely bookcase, stacked tight and two rows deep; she was constantly reading a book and putting off “important” things. Anne loved to write, she had notebooks full of ideas and beginnings somehow she never found the time to finish-putting it off for when things settle down, for when she had time. Although Anne hid a lot of who she was, not letting people in before they were tested, she tried to never be fake. She listened to the music and watched the movies that made her happy, wore the clothes that she liked. She never did anything because it was the cool thing to do, but then again she didn’t shun something that was. Anne never wanted to be fooled; she thought things out and made her own opinion about things regardless of who her friends were. She was born and grew up in a time of change; she lived in a place that encouraged thought and individualism. Besides sparking her love of all things German her birth in Berlin during the fall of the wall later made her think of how she never wanted to be imprisoned. Growing up near the nation’s capital Anne became unafraid to make her ideas her own no matter how much they contradicted the world’s views, hearing about protests and demonstrations not only from the news, but from her friends and some she saw with her own eyes. This instilled a need in her to never believe in something you don’t, it made it easier to be one of the only members of the LDS church at her school. Anne loved to be a good friend, with a rather nurturing nature-if one of her friends was sick she would go and care for them even if she might be getting sick then too, she was always the one that her friends went to when they had troubles seeing as she could just listen and didn’t give advice when she didn’t have any. Anne knew the value of the words I don’t know, one of her professors once told her class to know what you know and know what you don’t know, for her there was no shame in not knowing something, it would be worse to pretend you did. Anne loved to learn and learned anything she could from anyone who cared to teach her. She would listen to anyone’s opinion with patience and real consideration, but it took a lot to change her mind about something. She often described herself as a five-year-old saying that when an idea took hold of her she stubbornly wouldn’t let go until it had come to pass or she decided she didn’t want it anymore. Anne loved to travel and would go anywhere she could, she wanted to see everywhere and learn about a lot of different cultures-she feared living in a bubble being too proud to find out what was going on beyond her own little sphere. Anne actually liked to pop other people’s bubble never afraid to be different. She was that girl you saw dancing around in the mall just because the song was a good one, or the girl on the side of the road kicking up the leaves. It was hard to really get to know Anne because she was rather reserved, but anyone could see that she loved to live.

I don't know how I'm remembered but I hope it will be nice, plus that I live at least fifty more years, I'd be nearly seventy then amazing what half a century could do for a person. In that time I want to see everything, learn so much more read so much more write so much more, and I want to be a mom-so at least fifty years would be nice, but then again you never know somethings you can't plan for so we shouldn't put things off. Did I mention because of this death I got to miss 3 classes? Yeah 2 of her's and then her husband's. Today take five minutes to do nothing it will likely turn into ten but sometimes its simply wonderous to squander time friviously.