Heavy on my Heart and Fresh on my Mind
I have searched for many methods of subtlety to express myself on something that is bothering me. I was going to cloak it in metaphors and cleverly disguise it so that no one could pinpoint for sure what exactly I was speaking of. However, the problem is I have never been the queen of subtlety. Sure, I am language-savvy enough to use flowery words and witty turn-of-phrase when necessary, but my blunt personality and journalistic impatience eventually overrule and gets down to brass tax. That is why it had been difficult for me through this particular situation. It requires finesse. It requires planning and timing and "going about things the right way." This is a very important thing in delicate situations. However, as my grandmother has so eloquently put it, I can be the "barrell-ass into stuff and ask questions later" type. So, on to the matter at hand. I was very involved in a certain program when I was in high school and ...