The constant tapping of keyboards and frantic fingers batter my tired ears. Unlike the other students who are working on their career project, I pull out my mischievous self and slip into the growing world of blogging. I am no expert, nor am I a novice, but a growing blogger. Glancing at the work absorbed teacher, I begin to move past the old style of boredom. While staring at my old computer screen, my writing takes a step out from the bog of the past and into the meadow of the future. Now strolling in the fresh meadow, I take a breath of the fresh and cool air that gives life to my body. I am free.