Accident

I had my first Creative Writing Non Fiction assignment due today. We had to write about a profound experience within the last year and describe it in detail. I chose my car accident. It was the first event that popped into my head, despite the crappy 2012 I had. So it took me 15 minutes to write the assignment, and in all honesty, I thought it was not good at all. I thought I used too many verbs and descriptions and it was overkill. So, today when I went to class, first she made us switch our stories with a partner, then as she got the class' attention, she asked me to read mine aloud because she loved it. Not only did I not want to share that story with one partner, or two, I certainly did not want to share with the entire class. But I said to myself, how will you improve if you don't let people hear your work? So I read it, trembling voice and all. She praised almost every sentence in that story. It did feel good to be recognized for something so personal, and it helped me not be so afraid to share.

Then, of course, as if today was strictly meant to only revolve around my accident, I was at the student bar and a kid decided to open up his conversation with asking me about my scar. So, I will tell everyone now, I do feel a little bad ass with this massive scar on my arm. To me, it shows that I went through something absolutely traumatizing, but I handled it like a champion. So he asked me how I got it and then I had to retell the entire ordeal. Its not that I mind talking about it, I sort of like it because it is a pretty interesting story, but I also feel like I don't want to tell everyone everything about it because I don't want to seem like I want the attention. It is a screwed up theory in my mind, I know, but I can't help it. I tend to just breeze over it, leaving out major details that usually cause peoples' eyes to bulge or to gasp.

So the moral of the story? My scar is a conversation starter, I guess.