Tuesday, September 14, 2010
a shorter Higher Point of View
I shrank my video to fit in one part- It's the same masterpiece (HAH!) with a little less academic jargon.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Doctor's Office
Today, at the doctor's office, the nurse just announced to the entire office that I was the tallest patient she had ever measured. She then proceeded to ask me about my basketball career.
[side note: i was dressed cute. so much for my hypothesis.]
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
A Higher Point of View: The Secret Diary of a Tall Girl
Here it is, folks. The moment you've been waiting for.
This is my final video project about the life and times of a tall girl, and what we face every day. Unfortunately, it's widescreen although it's not meant to be. So, I look a little... wide. But you get the idea.
Enjoy!
Sunday, August 29, 2010
kids.
Today, a child looked up at me from her grandmas arms and yelled "TALL!" in the middle of Loft today.
This is not the first time this has happened to me.
kids.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Big Steps Shoes
They even have one of Shaq's shoes at the store. They start at size 10 for women and size 11 for men! (I'm a 12, and the store owner laughed and said that I have "small" feet. I wanted to slip him a twenty for that comment, but I refrained.)
go there! it will change your life. or at least make you feel normal.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
A Trick.
Alright, as some of you know, I've recently changed my wardrobe from "t'shirt chic," to what some might call "women's clothes." I had to quit dressing like a middle schooler, and start dressing, well, nice.
But with this change, I have discovered something quite noteworthy: If you are a tall girl, and you hate being asked if you play basketball, QUIT DRESSING LIKE A BASKETBALL PLAYER. Who'd have thought.
This summer, I never wore a t'shirt and gym shorts out of the house. But no one asked me if I played basketball. NONE. It was an all-out miracle.
But last week, on the way home, I wore a t'shirt that said TCU (Texas Christian University, My sister's school) in the car. (An unfortunate side note is that dad came down to breakfast late, wearing the exact same shirt as me. Neither of us had time to change.)
And of course, the ONE TIME i wear a t'shirt, an old man asked me if I played basketball. Dang.
But, I learned my lesson: Dress up, and people will think you're a model. Dress like you're a basketball player, and guess what. People will think you're a basketball player.
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