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Represent, representing, to represent, what’s it all mean? What do I represent?
Noah
20
5’7’
June
Gemini
Does this represent me? No these are the facts that make me up randomly. They are mixed and matched to compose the being you see before you, just the details to the much larger picture.
Writer
Plays video games
Addict
Music
Stutterer
These are the facts that tell the tale of Noah Smith, the bits of the puzzle that is. They piece together to form the man/boy, depending on the day. The writing I grace upon the paper or keyboard tells the world what I’m thinking and or feeling, what’s going on in the jumbled head of mine. All addicts tell stories, it lets the world in on their worst moments and it pushes the person to the edge where anything is possible. We learn what their weakness they have, and why they choose such a thing to never get rid of. Music can really let you in on a person, are they varied or do they stay straight to a certain genre, it’s a background rhythm to their mind.
Stuttering, as I write this I do believe I represent this. I was a case which my parents knew it would never be easy, it would take time. For me 11 years or so in therapy, and this does not include the school therapist, the minutes turned into hours as I spent my time in a room talking, rehearsing tactics to make my speech easier. Easier to who, the rest of the world or myself, was I doing it for them or was it all me? At first it was for them, so I could get my thought out to the general public, but after a point, it was me, all me. I was bund and determined to break the bars of my cage, and do and say whatever I wanted. Not when it was convenient for my mouth, for me, it started in seventh grade. My English teacher was talking to us about presentations and how if we go first we set the bar high for the rest of the class, and that’s what I’ve been doing for the past six or so years, making that bar untouchable. By the time we moved around the country a few times I was still having trouble but it was getting their slowly and struggling, so by freshmen year of high school, our second to last move I enrolled in speech class, debate for the rest of you. Mrs. Mick said shed help me and make sure I was all set, I don’t have any idea where this debate urge came from but I went with it. So I started with the fun side of it, prose and such and by the end of my four years I was giving 8 minute speeches every weekend. I was doing play productions in front of a potentially filled auditorium. Stuttering was still there all the way but I tossed it in the back seat of my life and handled the wheel for the first time, never letting it slow me down.