Fears: Failure, death, disappointing people or myself
Annoyances: people feeling entitled, hypocrisy, arrogance
Accomplishments: grades, friendships
Confusions: math, judging others beliefs
Sorrows: not having enough time to do everything, people not liking me
Dreams: study abroad, travel a lot
Idiosyncrasies: I’m not good at saying no to things, I’m awful at remembering names but I hate asking someone’s name multiple times
Risks: belay certification (did)
Beloved Possessions, Now and Then: my phone, my saxophone
Problems: procrastination, overbooking myself
The moment when you look up and realize that you are literally holding someone else’s life in your hands is actually quite terrifying. This is what I thought about the first time I got to belay someone on the rock wall at camp. I had gone through the training, pull down with the left hand, pull right then immediately down with my right hand, reach down with my left hand, move my right hand up, and repeat. Every motion smooth, quick and deliberate. Just never let go of the rope. But even after completing the training, it’s almost surreal when you realize just you and the single rope are keeping a person from falling to the ground. You must be alert the entire time, ready to catch the girl if they fall without any warning at all. Your heart skips a beat, but you know you kept them safe.
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