assignment 8- Taetum

Fears; not being good enough/ not being able to protect those i care about/

Annoyances; missing an easy play, being micromanaged, being treated like i'm incompetent of having a complex thought, hypocrisy 

Accomplishments; not having gone insane yet

Confusions; people

Sorrows; family tensions, loved ones in pain or in poor health

Dreams; to either sing on a stage or be a high ranking FBI agent

Idiosyncrasies; disregard for own health and safety in the name of essentially anyone else in need

Risks' above, can get me into trouble

Beloved Possessions, Now and Then; a coda bear my dad gave me around the time he adopted me, a 16th birthday card from my current best friend, a baseball from my middle school best friend.

Problems; gosh so many, i'm a nut case

    beloved possessions: gosh, that baseball. love my best friends heart, he wanted to get me a birthday present in i think seventh grade. he knew i played softball and wanted to get me one, but when it came to sports he was a little clueless. he came to school with a baseball that said soft-strike on the side. he thought that because it said soft strike that it was a softball. though the gesture was beyond sweet i had to tell him it wasn't a softball. he was so crestfallen because he thought he had gotten the perfect gift. but he wouldn't give up. he grabbed a pen and said here, ill sign Jackie Robinson's name on it, then it'll be like he signed it. so he started to right in his neatest cursive only to run out of room after weighting Jackie Robin. he was so flustered but i loved it. i still have that soft strike ball and will pull it out anytime i need a smile. he really did manage to give me the perfect gift, because its the thought that counted.