Rewriting A Blog That I Wrote Three Years ago

Pt. 2 of “The First Blog I Ever Wrote Three Years Ago”

Grace K. Bianco

I hope in three more years I can laugh at the blogs I post now.

18 year old me (-:

If you haven’t already, go and read “The First Blog I Ever Wrote Three Years Ago”. I copied and pasted the entire blog, and I wrote about what I would do better.

I was eighteen years old, and had no idea how much I loved writing. When I started blogging, I just acted on an impulsive thought. I was dropping out of college at the time, and for some reason, I felt like I owed an explanation to the world. It was the beginning of one of the best journeys I have ever gone on.

I am doing this to see how my writing style has changed over the years, and I figured why not share it with the world. Couple notes to keep in mind: When I mention a boyfriend, I am referring to an ex boyfriend not my now husband. I am writing this like I am eighteen years old with an odd desire to explain why I have decided not to go to school. So with that all being said, let’s see what how I have changed as a writer.

Who Am I?

Hi! I am Grace. I am eighteen years old, and the most “for fun” writing I have done is keeping a diary in elementary school. I figured why not try dipping my toes in the water. I liked writing papers for school all of my life, and free writing has to be more fun than that.

A little about myself, I come from a big family. I have two biological siblings and three adopted siblings. I am very much a family person, and majority of my siblings are my friends too. I believe that coming from a big family has shaped much of my personality, but we can get into all of that another time.

The prized possession dog, Bo

As for my love life, I have been in a relationship since I was 14. I know there’s a lot to be said about young love, but it’s been almost four years. That has to count for something, right? We even bought a dog together for my sixteenth birthday. My parents helped a lot, but we saved up a little money together. I took up extra babysitting jobs, and I sold my old American Girl Doll on eBay. That dog is my most prized possession.

Lastly, I have never had a “real” job. I have been petsitting since I was nine. I started babysitting when I was eleven. I was a nanny one summer at the age of sixteen. I always found enough babysitting jobs to keep me busy and make me money. Working with kids has always been something I have loved doing. In fact, my biggest dream in life is to become a stay-at-home mom one day.

My Feelings Towards School

I have always been a good kid. I never got into a lot of trouble at home or at school. I made pretty good grades. In other words, I was never one to go against the “norms”.

Taken from Canva

I really enjoyed high school. I had a lot of friends, and I didn’t mind all of the work that went with it. By the time I graduated high school, I had a total of 24 college credit hours.

Throughout high school, my dream was always to be a preschool teacher. It was such a strong passion of mine. I did two different internships at two different schools (elementary and preschool). The two internships came out to a little over 90 hours together.

I really did enjoy interning at schools. However, at complete random, teaching just did not feel right anymore a few months before graduation. That’s when I decided I would become a certified sonographer.

My Dropout Story

All my life, college always seemed to be a definite thing for me. There was never any “what if”s about it. I enrolled in my classes for the fall and bought my books.

No matter what I did, something just did not feel right. I prayed a lot. Leading up to my first week, I felt like God was really trying to guide me down a completely different path. I couldn’t quite see what that path was, but I knew college just wasn’t in it.

Before signing up, I “jokingly” told my family that I did not want to go, and they just told me, “No one really wants to start.” They assured me I was doing the right thing. It was a quick conversation that just made me feel more stuck. As much as I wanted to believe I was doing the right thing, I just did not feel right. I could not picture myself a month into college. I could not picture myself becoming a sonographer.

My sister and I at my wedding years after she gave me the courage to drop out : Taken by Marshall Hammer

School started, and I went to class for a week. On Saturday, my oldest sister, pulled me aside to talk. She questioned my feelings towards college. I was shocked that she knew I hadn’t been joking all those weeks back, and so, I told her I hated college. I told her I did not feel like I was doing what God wanted for me. She took me so seriously and understood why I felt that way. It was a shock to me, because I was literally in college for only a week. I expected to be told to wait it out.

Later that Saturday evening, I talked to my boyfriend. He was a little more hesitant than my sister was. This was our future that I was completely changing. I didn’t blame him for being hesitant. Eventually, he came around to understanding.

Next, I had to tell my parents. All my life, I did everything I could to make them proud, and now, I had to tell them I wanted to drop out. I prayed. I believed that if God called me to do this that my parents would support my decision.

I got up the courage to tell them later that Sunday evening. God heard my prayers, because they supported me 110%. They even were listing off ideas of things I could do instead of going to college.

By Tuesday, I was officially a dropout.

Taken from Canva

Fast forward two weeks, I am confident I made the right decision. I decided to start looking for a full-time nanny job. I am waiting patiently for a job I know I will love and enjoy fully. God didn’t bring me to this point to abandon me.

This is only the beginning. For all my readers, I don’t know what’s to come, but you could always follow me to find out. I will post updates, encouraging thoughts, and whatever else.

By the end of this year, I will be able to answer the question… Was it worth it?

A Present Day Conclusion

Back to present day, twenty-one year old Grace, I still don’t believe that sounds exactly me, but I still wanted to keep majority of my old words. I split up some paragraphs, and added in more details and pictures.

It was so fun to laugh at how I used to talk. I really do believe I have come a long ways. There’s still a long ways to go. I hope in three more years I can laugh at the blogs I post now. I never want to box myself in, and I want to continue writing what I want to write about.

Taken from Canva

If you are dying to know my feelings of college now / where I’m at in life, I wrote a blog a few weeks ago called, “Do I Regret Dropping out of College? : 3 Years Later…”!

I promise not all of my blogs are like this (;


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Grace Bianco

Grace Bianco

I am the author of “Party Pooper: Growing up with Anxiety.” I love oversharing my life. I talk about my faith, marriage, mental health, and anything in between.