My name is Bailey, Bailey Hunt.
I was born in Arizona, about 20 miles from the Mexico
border, and because of this, I like to joke that I’m practically Mexican;
however my Irish features say otherwise. Although I was born in Arizona, I
really have few memories of it. I left when I was three, when my parents, both
in the Army, got divorced. From then on I have traveled the country, leaving
few states unvisited, and I have still yet to call a place home, because how
can you possibly call somewhere home if you move every 3 years? But it has been
grand. Not many can say they have moved fifteen plus times between ten
different states and attended over seven different schools. You become
“cultured” and learn to turn those lemons into lemonade. My sophomore year of
high school I landed myself in South Carolina for the second time, and in a
private school system for the first. Man was that something! Looking past the
parking lot full of brand new, high end cars, the khaki shorts holding pastel
button downs into place, and the girls who looked liked they did perfection for
a living, I came to really appreciate the private school I so greatly despised.
Call me nerdy, but I appreciated the
education! While my favorite courses were my AP biology and anatomy classes, I
loved my AP composition class, because I love to write. And that’s what we did.
We spent class time reading short stories, of all different types, and then
when we completed the section, we wrote a paper mimicking the writing style.
Multiple essays later, I now can write a ten page argumentative research paper,
I can slow down the climax of a descriptive piece, I can compare two things
while contrasting two other, I can write to persuade you to not eat the chicken
with the packaging that says it is “hormone free,” and in another work, I can
inform you that the hormone free packaging is a scam because chickens, not
matter where they are grown, will actually NEVER receive hormones.
And now I’m here in the wonderful land where the blue ridge
yawns its greatness, Clemson. Trying to make my way to veterinary school with a
degree in Animal and Veterinary sciences. Where I can play with cows and take
classes that give me a grade for watching the birth of a foal, as well as being
it’s caretaker. And also where I’m required to take this English course. But
that’s okay, because I get to create this blog, which I could not creatively
title; therefore, titling it “.”
This is me and my show heifer, Tilly.
