My biography Draft 18

On March 23, 1999 a star was born her name is Hannah Michelle Leonard. This is her story. Since the beginning Hannah was always writing. If you look at her mother stretch marks you can see little words. Hannah has been writing ever since she was a little fetus. She would write down the words her mother said to her when she was a baby like: “ohh this baby is too damn heavy!” Or “I have taste for some rum balls right now!”

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Draft #17 lol

Hi! I’m Hannah. I’m fifteen years old and I am a freshmen in high school. I like to read, write, and watch TV. I always wanted to make a blog, but I didn’t know what to put in the blog. I thought hard. I tried thinking of ideas for a blog. So one day while my sister, Esther was editing her blog called, “I Have Decided To Follow Jesus… or Not”; I started asking her questions like what made you want to make this blog or why did you make this blog. She was getting annoyed and she asked me why I was I asking her these questions. I told her that I’m working on my journalist skills. Then she said something that made me come up with this blog. Esther said “Hannah, you should interview people and put on WordPress.” I got so happy and right then and there I started planning out my interviews and thinking of questions to ask people. I chose the title Interviews Aleatoire (Aleatoire is French for random), because my first title which was Random Interviews. I thought that was too plain, so I Frenched it up! I just really hope you like and enjoy this blog. Also please follow and tell people about this blog. This blog is about me interviewing people I find interesting.

Draft 16

How does a great friendship just change in one week? I’m so confuzzled. Just because we only had one awkward encounter, you’re just going to be rude. You know what? That’s fine. I don’t care.

So you’re not going to talk to me? That’s fine. I don’t care.

 

Draft #15

I always liked the piano. In the fourth grade I convinced my parents to let me take piano lessons. It was fun! I liked it a lot. At the end of the month they had a recital and I had to play. I was still a beginner, so the song I had to play wasn’t complex, it was very simple. I remember sitting down, watching the advanced piansts stroke their fingers on the keys, listening to the beautiful music, and comparing myself to them. I started feeling insecure. My song was a baby song, I wasn’t good enough. I played my song the audience applauded, I bowed and went back to my seat. After the recital was over, my dad and my sisters told me that I did a great job. I felt better when they told me that. The next week I went to piano lessons with a different mindset, I wasn’t good enough. I decided to quit. I told my dad that I wanted to quit because my instructor wasn’t really a good teacher (she was, I just needed something to tell him). He agreed with me (the reason why he agreed was because he didn’t want to pay anymore) and said it was okay.

I’m mad that my dad let me quit. I wish he motivated me to keep going and supported me, but he didn’t he just let me quit.

Draft Number Thirteen

It is okay to cry. I am pretty sure you hear that a lot, but seriously it’s good to let it all out. I read this quote and it said something along the lines of this: “It is okay to cry. We came out of are mother’s belly crying. Crying is a sign that we are alive.” Don’t be ashamed to cry. But do this: “Don’t cry for someone who won’t cry for you.” -Lauren Conrad.