Me and My Old Soul

Oh hey!

Right now, I am thoroughly confused as to the fact that you want to know about me. I'm just a girl. Not a typical one, but I assure you I am not a bad person to be around.

I am a sophomore at Park City High School. You could consider me smart if you'd like, I'm a slight overachiever. The only reason I get up in the morning is to play music, of which I do everyday. I am a part of Park City Bands,  the band filled with geeks, show-offs, and some other semi-normal human beings.

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If it isn't obvious, I live in Park City. One of the largest world tourist destinations, packed into a square of 70 miles with a population of 7,962.  It is small, but it is lovely. Utah is known for the best snow, hence our license plates that say The Greatest Snow on Earth. Speaking of which, it has snowed every month of the year here, and I love it.

Here in this beautiful place, there are a few things that I enjoy doing that doesn't involve internet connection.

My favorite thing to do is make music. Or at least attempt to make somewhat-good-sounding noise. I play multiple instruments, a small group consisting of piano, ukulele, trombone, baritone, and guitar. When my obsession with music started is something I do not know. I could tell you that it started with taking piano lessons at the ripe old age of three, I could tell you it started when I got my hands on my brothers' guitar, or the way I would ask my parents to listen to the albums on the turntable. I don't know. The point is, I pretty much live to hear compelling sounds of physics and beauty.

Skiing is another thing I enjoy. I've been skiing since I've been able to walk and balance easily by myself. Every season, I make it a goal to go skiing at least once a week. If you've been skiing, you might understand how much I love the immensely unsafe sport. It all starts with the weather. My anticipation for skiing builds with the snow on the slopes until my legs are able to glide down the mountain with ease, anxiety, and fun. I get a thrill from going too fast, like I'm vulnerable to death from the way my stomach sits at the bottom of my torso, waiting to burst from the amount of vicious butterflies madly attempting to escape.

Like any other teenager, I've fallen in love, or at least fallen in one heck of an emotion. I've fallen out of love, like any other teenager. I've failed tests, broken bones, won awards, impressed someone, let someone important go, rode a roller coaster, breathed. I'm just trying to get through that awkward stage between birth and death.

Oh, by the way, my name is Emily. Some people call me Em or Kennedy.