- hello Elizabeth Engasser
- Username: itsxlizzyxxox
- In response to: "What's the one thing you're never gonna give up?" I'm never going to give up my drive; and I don't mean my car. When I want something, I go for it. And I refuse to settle for anything less.
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- Practice makes perfect
"Tell us about a talent you’d love to have… but don’t."
I wish I was better at singing; it would make Tuesday nights at Applebees that much more enjoyable for myself.
Anyone that's been to karaoke night with me is probably going to say otherwise, but honestly I've never really considered myself a phenomenal singer, or even remotely close to a performer.
I went to a performing arts magnet school for my middle school years. Everyone did something arts related in their spare time, whether it was singing in church, performing at the local playhouse or participating in a dance troop. Everyone had something, and a lot of the time I felt like I was just trying to keep up.
All of the classes I took revolved around the arts, too. In academics, we would give class presentations, make art projects and perform in order to get the grade.
And elective courses? My school offered everything from ceramics to musical theatre to advanced dance. My roster consisted of drama, musical theatre and chorus my second year. I was a lead character in school play both years, and the understudy in the musical my last semester. I tried out for all-state chorus and made it farther than anyone else, and then did all-county later that year.
Yet I still didn't consider myself talented, and still don't.
I'm not saying any of this because I crave attention or because I want people to tell me otherwise — I cringe at the sound of my own voice on recordings. I have to listen to myself on a daily basis during interview playback, and I hate it. Absolutely hate it. I've recorded myself singing occassionally to see if I can hit the notes, and I do, but for some reason it just doesn't sound right to me.
I sang "American Honey" by Lady Antebellum tonight at Applebee's, right after winning a pair of tickets to Howl-o-Scream at Busch Gardens. I was in shock and nervous all at once, which made my voice shaky and also made me think my pitch was off the entire song. Everyone at my table said otherwise, but once again, I have a hard time believing it.
I know my strengths: writing, communicating, designing, storytelling. I'm a pretty decent dart thrower, and I'm not bad at video games. I'm good at getting tasks done and planning things out.
I'm not one of those people who thinks they're not good at anything, but there's plenty of things I wish I were better at. Singing, dancing, drawing, science/math classes, math in general and managing my money.
But would I trade any of my strengths to improve a weakness?
Of course not.
- The opposite of me
"When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are. Describe this new you. "
It's hard to imagine becoming someone who's the exact opposite of who I normally am. Not only is it hard to imagine, but it's also scary to try to imagine.
The new me would not think before speaking, and wouldn't give a damn if what she said was inconsiderate of others feelings. She would not be able to relate to very many people, and be unable to emphathize with anybody at all.
The new me wouldn't want to hear about other people's problems and try to help them out. Other people would bore me, and trying to help would be more of a chore than anything else. Gross.
There would be no understanding others' points of view... it would just be all about me.
The new me would get drunk every weekend and probably stop caring about schools, grades and a career. There would be no ambition, no hope for something better, and absolutely no determination to make things happen for myself. The new me would be lost and not care, just enjoying the day to day and seeing where things turn out.
I need a plan. A goal. An endgame. I need something to look forward to, to keep myself going. I stick by my decisions, even if I change my way of approaching them (many, many times).
The new me wouldn't have a plan. The new me would just wing it all that time.
The new me would never have a cell phone or be listening to music. No more writing, because that's out of the picture as well. There'd probably be a lot of running around involved, and without having anything tying her down, the new me would probably just run away.
While I've fantasized over the idea of running away before, I would never have the guts to do it because I know there's something great for me here, in Tampa, as long as I stay and keep working at it.
The new me wouldn't care, and she'd be gone before you could even blink.
- Writer with a cause
"If your day to day responsibilities were taken care of and you could throw yourself completely behind a cause, what would it be?"
I've always wanted to volunteer abroad. The problem is that I've never had the time or the money, and I've also never left the country before.
If the day-to-day were taken care of, I'd volunteer for a month or so somewhere outside of the U.S., like Fiji or Costa Rica. I'd probably want to work with children, but I'd go wherever my help if needed. Not only do I want to make a difference, but it would be a life-changing experience to see another part of the world.
The most exciting part of the trip for me would probably be being able to share the story with others and spread awareness about the cause that I'm diving into. Story-telling really is my passion, and if I can use that passion to make a difference for someone, somewhere in the world, I'd jump on the opportunity in a heartbeat.
It's easy to feel attached to your work and the causes that you're advocating for, and that it should be. If you don't know why you're doing something, then why are you continuing? What gets difficult is having to convey to other people why what you're doing matters and why your cause is important, and that's where I — the journalist — come in.
There's so many stories that deserved to be told but the resources just aren't available. While I may not know my dream job completely right now, I know this for sure: I want to be a resource through my work so I can make a difference.
Something I discovered recently that I absolutely love and agree with: "Do it with passion, or don't do it at all."
- Writing it out of my system
"Tell us about the last thing you got excited about — butterflies-in-the-stomach, giggling, can’t-wait excited."
Lately, I've been getting excited when I get to come back to my apartment and rush for my journal. I sit out on the balcony, plug in my earbuds and dive right into my writing.
My way of venting lately and getting something out of my system has been through filling pages in my journal. The entries are getting longer each day, and I don't stop. I'll be done writing whatever it is that's on my mind, and before I know it, I've filled three, four, five pages.
A habit that I've gotten into in the past few years is whenever I hit a big deal event, I end up starting a new journal, even if my old one still has plenty of pages left. If I want a change, I buy a new journal and start over, and it's almost like symbolism for starting fresh.
The journal I currently write in got started on the night of my long boarding accident, and I recounted the whole evening in about 5 pages. It was a long write, but it was exciting and there was something definitive about getting it down on paper that made it feel that much more monumental.
Being a journalism major, writing has been something close to my heart for a while. I can't imagine a day going by and having not written anything at all; it just doesn't feel complete.
- The plan is no plan
"Are you comfortable in front of people, or does the idea of public speaking make you want to hide in the bathroom? Why?"
I've been told many times this semester that I'm good a public speaking, and I guess that's a new thing, because I never remember being that way growing up.
The idea of a crowd used to terrify me when I was younger. I never thought that anything I had to say was important enough to be heard by the masses, and I would shake and tremble and not be confident enough to say anything meaningful until the end of my presentation.
I was the one who always volunteered last for class presentations, and I never wanted to be the leader of a group.
Something changed when I got to college though.
These days, I find myself giving presentations to incoming freshman and being the one to corral everyone together for group projects. I start and finish presentations and make sure everyone's on track. The most surprising thing though is that I actually enjoy doing it, and I'm not scared to get up in front of people and say what I have to say.
I also don't stress these kind of situations either. I never outline what I'm going to say, I just wing it. The plan for getting through the things that make me even just a little bit nervous has always been to just dive right in. I think it helps me calm down that way because I didn't over think it beforehand.