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First Post- About Me

Hey there!

My name is Aerilyn and I’m in my third term of college. I've never had a blog before, so it's a bit nerve-wracking to create something entirely new at a time like this. Despite my nervousness, however, I think this entire term will help me out of my comfort zone.

I wouldn't consider myself that good at cooking, but it's something I like to do. My favorite dishes to make are Italian soups and chicken tikka masala. Although I love experimenting with spices, I don’t plan on pursuing a culinary career. Instead, I intend to study botany and geographic information systems (GIS). I love learning about all the plants living in my backyard and collecting as many field guides as I possibly can. I know it’s probably not possible, but I love the idea of being able to recognize any plant I come across.


As someone aiming for a career in the sciences, I realize how important it is to relay information to the rest of the public in an engaging way. I decided that the best way to help myself along that path would be to take JN 217.


My goals for this term are:


1) To be able to communicate emotions effectively through writing.

2) To learn more about myself and what I want in a career.
3) To become a better storyteller.

These times are confusing, but I am hopeful that I will be able to make the most out of a bad situation.

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