The Life and Times of WKC III

This is a written dictation of the wonders that encompass the extraordinary life of one WKCIII
~ Wednesday, March 13 ~
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~ Friday, September 2 ~
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~ Wednesday, August 24 ~
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~ Friday, August 12 ~
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Leaving

I am now officially hours away from starting the newest chapter of my life. If this were a Game of Thrones episode there would be some ridiculous cliffhanger that would force you to watch the College years, but alas, there is not, unless of course this tumbl serves as one. 

I never quite realized how dependent I have been on my parents until these past few weeks. Two weeks ago my mom had to sign for me at the ER even though I am 18 because I was without ID and with a concussion. Since 8th grade particularly but really since birth and even more so for these next five years I will be almost entirely dependent upon my father for financial purposes. And most recently evident, my mother is so incredibly dedicated to my organization that it is remarkable. I didn’t wake up until ten thirty this morning. When I finally arrived down stairs I saw that my mother had already packed all of my toiletries, and at later parts in the day she repacked all of my clothes so that they would be neat. She likely won’t read this but let this serve as a hidden public thanks to my mom for all of the help she has given me. It has been recently mention quite often that these next few weeks will be the first time that I consistently and independently wake myself, feed myself, medicate myself, and motivate myself. All of these things my mother has done for me or been largely responsible for my doing all my life.

Though I will truly not miss those morning Eggo waffles, I grew to absolutely despise those things.

By the time most of you will read this (except you Alex, you’ll will likely read this within the halfhour it is posted)  I will be already on my way to the University of South Carolina where I will be spending the majority of the next four years of my life, it is an exciting point of my life, but also a terrifying point. I thank all of you who have wished me luck, all who have believed, unwavering, that I could get this far, because as we all know, you are so few in numbers, and promise to make you all proud. Go Cocks!


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~ Wednesday, August 10 ~
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~ Tuesday, August 9 ~
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my new whip

my new whip


~ Monday, August 8 ~
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