Work of Karli Hobson
Introducing Karli Hobson
I dreamt last night that I spoke to a little
girl. This little girl must have been no more than eleven or twelve
years of age. She was sitting, huddled in a chair, in a crowded
classroom. Her long brown hair fell down over her shoulders. Her
eyes were cast down to the floor. Out of all of the people in that
crowded room, of all the children running about, chattering, and
laughing, I walked over to her and stood looking down on her. She
noticed me and nervously looked up. The conversation that followed
cannot be remembered in full… However, I do recall what it was about,
and the advice that I gave her.
After exchanging short greetings and such,
I believe something was mentioned about her peers, friends, etc.
Something in her eyes when this came about told me she was different.
"You're different, aren't you?" I asked her with a soft smile. She
nodded a reply. I continued. "Well, I will tell you something. Listen
to me: I know you are smart and bright. I can see it in you. Now,
you know all those people around you? They all look at you funny,
huh?" She nodded again. "They don't like me very much…" she said.
She looked sadly around her, and then turned back to me. "Don't
worry about what they say. The world is going to try to cut you
down because you're different and special. You can't let them, EVER.
Don't let them change you. If you want to be a writer, a painter,
a singer, doctor, or anything it doesn't matter. You have to be
yourself. You are beautiful in your own way, too. Don't let them
tell you different, okay?" Her face lit up and she smiled. "Okay,"
I will never forget that dream, that little
girl, and the advice I gave her: the same advice that has been repeated
to me over and over. For all I know, that little girl could have
been me…with her long brown hair, her expressive, twinkling eyes,
sitting in her own little chair… I'll never know for sure, for it
was only a dream.
I am a young writer with an old soul. I have been
told that at the age of fourteen years old I have the mind of someone
almost twice my age. My birthday falls in the second week of January,
making me a Capricorn (which I believe has a bearing on my personality
and character. For example, in a book I read once it was stated
that Capricorns are formal, even in the smallest of ways. I happen
to have a formal way of speaking and writing.).
I have been writing poetry and short stories since
the third or fourth grade. At first, writing was just another way
to express how I felt, mostly an outlet for frustration and anger.
It did not become an art until I reached fifth grade. A select few
of my teachers realized my talent and praised me for it. One of
my favorite teachers, an English teacher (affectionately known as
Ry) once described me in an interesting way. ("Her brain is like
a ping-pong ball! Ping! Ping! Ping-ping!") Ry not only made me and
the rest of her students laugh, she inspired me to be creative and
unique. Mr. LaGalo also saw reason to encourage me. I thank those
two teachers for furthering me in my quest in life.I have gained
knowledge and some great stories from them!
I am have been accepted into a local Arts and
Sciences Academy this coming fall. I was originally planning to
take a writing program there, but that may be delayed. I am now
expecting to take theatre and then switch into the Language Arts
program the next year. This is something I am looking forward to.
I am still advancing further in life. Sometimes
more rapidly and sometimes more slowly. But I am still always learning.
One day, I hope to have an important place in the world. And already,
among family and friends, it is said that I 'rule' part of the world,
and that I am the Princess. But that part of the world is still
only in my mind. I'll be sure to keep my royal (and loyal) subjects
informed on how that is all going. Love and Light.