October Writer of the Month

October’s Writer of the Month goes to senior Erin Woolley who was initially chosen by Ms. Hays.

“Erin’s writing is really mature, and it’s really well developed. She’s writing far and away better than many of her peers,” said Hays. “That’s why I nominated her. Then the English department voted on it, and we all agreed that her writing is pretty spectacular. She’s involved in lots of different English classes, so we’re all very familiar with her great work.”   

Woolley is in American Literature and Advanced Composition, and she writes mostly for these classes.

“I like writing when there’s a prompt I enjoy, but normally I just write for class,” said Woolley.

The essay below is a glimpse into her writing abilities.

“I incorporated myself into it, and I didn’t think it was that great,” Woolley said. “I asked Ms.Hayes to look it over, and she said it was really great.”

 

Erin Woolley- Who Am I (College Essay)

My story. It is written in the tangled locks of dry, windswept hair and the worn tread of running shoes. It is the story of a kid who’s only ever wanted to see what is beyond the border of the familiar. It is told by a shy girl who wants to please everyone. It is raw and tiresome and lonely sometimes, but it also consists of the sweetest and most fragrant morsels of joy. It is about a confused and naive adolescent attempting to find the path that leads to the future. It is about an adventure-craving, culture-loving, seventeen year old who has an eagerness for a life that is nearly tangible. It is compassion, empathy, humility, and benevolence that keep her alive. It is also grit, candor, stamina, and rigor that propel her forward. It begins in a little town full of insular people. It was a cloistered existence in this insignificant and forgotten valley of less than two-dozen people. Two young and curious sisters grew fond of a life frolicing in the creeks and galavanting amongst the sagebrush, yet they were always alone. They used their imaginations to create friends and narratives. They were taught about nature and its value by their father, the skilled and ethical hunter. Kindness of heart and spirit was instilled into them by their fearless and compassionate mother. The unforgiving Wyoming weather became their greatest teacher. Winters were harsh and the winds howled like the desperate call of a fog-horn on a castaway ship. The two small girls became accustomed to this harsh environment and grew fond of the ruggedness they called home. Fast forward eight years. The youngest girl has an aroused curiosity for an existence outside of the Wyoming that has disciplined and chided, as well as, comforted and nurtured her. She has strong legs and thick skin, but also a forgiving heart and deep feelings. She thinks too much about everything and and tries too hard to be perfect. She desires honesty in all aspects, yet she still possesses a vivid imagination. She knows that everything has a price, so she labors rigorously in order to deserve what is given to her. She has shuffled interminable and strenuous miles in order to find her tenacity and fortitude that she sometimes loses in her privileged and facile life. She sweats and burns and hurts, but she knows that this is nothing compared to the gruesome suffering so many involuntarily endure. This girl is not as considerate and gallant as she wishes. She attempts to accomplish what is right, and acquire what is advantageous, yet she is only human. She is her own worst enemy. This free spirited girl will forever cherish her roots as she adjusts her feathers for the momentous take off into the uncertain sky that is her life. Her only fear is that when she returns, she will have forgotten how to fly amid the unyielding Wyoming wind.