Well, let's see.
This year I turned 21, started working out regularly, skated across parking lots, watched the Winter Olympics, got my braces off, jumped back into covering high school football, watched two of the world's most famous scientists debate the world's origins, caught the true flu, wrote an elaborate critique against the stupidity of Valentine's Day, attended a wedding, took part in a basketball tournament, petted my cat, learned Final Cut and Photoshop, strangled many pillows during Thunder watch parties, ignored the Fourth of July, watched every episode of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Firefly, read Much Ado About Nothing for fun, ignored the Super Bowl, ran to McDonald's for late-night coffee runs, played many games of "Ticket to Ride" and ping pong, went on road trips with a sitcom-cast of drama-ministry teammates, dealt with a broken laptop keyboard, and wrote a story set in a Brazilian cave.
Followed the NASCAR season closely, changed schools twice, served again as a camp counselor, knocked a wasp out of a friend's hair, watched four movies in the theater, saw many more on Netflix or while channel-surfing, moved back home, endured an unbelievably bad start to the Thunder's 2014-15 season, often fell asleep after many long hours of staring at the ceiling, taught my siblings how to play volleyball, hiked around Tahlequah, attended Nano's funeral, sat and pondered the many complexities of life in general, played my guitar and mandolin, cried, laughed, been angry, been sad, been interviewed for a magazine article on college survival and watched three plays(Fiddler on the Roof, The Voice of the Prairie and The Curious Savage).
In January, something about the year to come just...felt different, full of changes. Some of these changes have been detailed above. In the middle of the events, I can't tell exactly how I've grown as a person, emotionally or spiritually, by the year's happenings, but I have somehow. It's been an eventful twelve months.
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