About

the dog really does not want to look at the camera

Hi, I'm Emme. 

That's my dog, B. 

I'll leave it up to you to guess which one's which. 

This is my blog, Boston Blues.

It's a little hard to explain the concept behind this blog, mostly because the concept is "Hey, I'm Emme and this is my life". 

I started this as a project so I could keep friends from high school updated on my college adventures.   It's become more of something I do for myself, so I can see how I've changed over time.  It helps me sort out my thoughts.  But most of all, I blog, because I hope, and secretly think, that I'm doing something really important.  And maybe not right now, but someday someone will think "Wow, that one thing Emme did was pretty cool.  I wonder how she did it."  And bam!

The answer will be right here. 

Complete with ridiculous pictures.

Ridiculous Picture # 3775
side note: Nothing I am wearing in this picture belongs to me

So this is a good time to insert the obvious.  I am part of my college crew.  I am a coxswain, as you can probably tell.  This means I steer the boat, keep track of splits, time, drills, basically run the workout.  I used to row, once upon a time, in high school and then I stopped in college.  This was a terrible choice, because, as I have always suspected, crew is basically my reason for life. Fortunately, I transferred schools to this lovely university known as I'm-actualy-not-telling-you-where-I-go-because-my-mother-has-installed-me-with-an-irrational-fear-of-the-internet, and they happened to need a coxswain.  They also happened to notice that, while most people grow with age, I shrink and was the perfect size to fill that small but necessary role.  Fast forward one year later and I'm not only a coxswain, but a varsity coxswain.  (I'm pretty sure previous knowledge of rowing helped.  A lot)

Now this is where the plot thickens even further, so prepare yourselves.

I have this charmingly irritating disability known as dyscalculia, which is basically what it sound like, math dyslexia.  More or less.  Now, you're probably wondering what the heck this has to do with crew unless you actually are a coxswain, so then skip the obvious explanation.  ahem, OBVIOUS EXPLANATION: well, coxing is a lot about numbers, processing quickly, and, oh yes, not mixing up right and left.  (Port and starboard coach, I swear I got them down!) Basically, when presented with numbers my brain flips out.

          These two charmers are what I deal with on a daily basis.

So, considering the fact that the most important part of a coxswains job is steering, a brain that is tying itself in frantic knots is not really an asset. 

But here's the upside. 

I've learned to cope pretty well. 

You wouldn't even know I've got know clue! (Lol, I'm pretty sure the second most important part of a coxswain's job is fooling people into thinking you totally know what you're doing)

My learning disability gets in the way of a lot of things.  School, adding up tips, school, adding up anything, school,my GPA, and school, to name a few.  But I'm fighting it, and it's given me inspiration.  If a girl who, by all accounts should not be able to cox, can become a decent coxswain, than no one with any mental or physical disability should be kept out of crew.  And I've seen it.  We're not always the most democratic of sports.  And I'm going to change that.  'Cause heck, if I can cox, I can do anything. 

That's what crew has taught me. 

Anyway, 

That's my soapbox.  Time for dinner.  

TTYL, 

-E