Anika's Non-Fiction Blog

In response to: Do you ever eavesdrop? I'm about 15 words over, let me know if there's anything I can cut. My parents love to tell the story of a time we were all in the car on a road trip and I was eavesdropping on their conversation. They were both sitting in the front seat having a quiet conversation. I was sitting in the back and I was probably pretty bored because no one was talking to me. So I had nothing better to do than listen to their conversation. I don’t think I was being very discreet when I was listening and I think I may have even asked them what they were talking about or made some comment about something they were saying. My dad, slightly annoyed that I wasn’t doing something to amuse myself in the back seat, asked me, “Are you eavesdropping?”. My three year old self replied, “Yes my ears are dropping.” I didn't even know what the word eavesdropping meant so I just assumed that my dad had asked if my ears were dropping. Even at a young age when I d...

I’m about 40 words under the word limit so if you have any ideas of places I could elaborate let me know. “Did you practice this week?” my violin teacher asked. I quickly racked my brain for an answer. The truth was I hadn’t picked up my violin once that week. With mountains of homework, Cross Country practice until 6:15, and other extracurricular activities, violin practice had gone to the backburner. But how was I supposed to tell my violin teacher that violin practice was at the bottom of my priority list? So instead I replied, “Yeah I had a pretty busy week but I still had some time to practice.” After that the lesson pretty much went downhill as I stumbled through scales and the piece I was working on. I forgot to take into account notes my teacher had written down from the last lesson and I kept messing up. It was pretty obvious that I hadn’t practiced. Yet somehow telling a lie to my teacher even though he would still be able to tell I hadn’t practiced was better than j...