Beatrice Sacreste

 

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl

 

About Me!

The first thing I want to make clear about myself is that I actually don't like talking about myself: not that I'm modest, on the contrary I would say I'm rather vain (though still within healthy boundaries) but I just prefer it to come from others! It sounds more spontaneous and gives me a better conscience, in fact I like deserving the attention and not throw my autobiography into whoever's face, although whoever will no doubt exclusively mean my friends. Since this is so, there is no actual need for me to say anything about myself because you, dear user, already know all there is to know. Still, just in case some random person has clicked on me, let me mention a few things. I'm a twenty year old French girl (sounds exciting?). I'm a student in St Andrews, Scotland. And I'm a mom. I've spent two years in Scotland doing a lot of socializing, a lot of staying up all night with my friends, going out and staggering the way home singing along with others in the same pathetic state. Of course I studied too, but I guess that doesn't really interest anyone here. Then at the beginning of my second year I met someone who quickly became more than my boyfriend; as you can imagine, he had to be attractive yet honest, muscly yet intelligent... a few months later we spent a few days in Cologne and, after one wild party night, got back to the flat in perfect euphoria. Three weeks later, a thin blue line on a pregnancy test made me remember that the pill hadn't been digested that day. I got back to my student room and slept for twelve hours, but it was clear from the beginning that the little kid was staying with us. So here I am now, with a five month old Lukas, in Munich. I still study, doing it this year as a long distance learning course, and go back to St Andrews next September with the whole family. I must say I'm quite proud I can manage it, having had absolutely no experience with children before, no sister or brother, no baby-sitting, I had never even held a baby in my arms! I can say it: it's alright, one remains a normal creature and doesn't have to stay cloystered in absolute dullness like the typical housewife cliché. I've got a life, I've got a cool man by my side and we both have parents to baby-sit for us. I must also say I look quite young, and have therefore heard more than once a saleslady or another mom in an elevator enquiring whether I was the sister or the mother. It's somehow flattering, although at twenty one doesn't really mind the age. In any case, there's no chance anymore that I go out on the street without wearing makeup, the only trick to make me appear slightly older. I'm also not particularly tall, which makes it even worse, but I compensate it by a lot of other qualities... I love literature for example, I love talking about it, writing about it, and above all creating my own stories. I have already written a few things and this small experience has taught me how hard it is to make stories evolve in a universe of their own with characters of flesh and bone. Just to make one single line come to life is hard. In the "literature in progress" page, I put the new pieces of a story recently started in a random order, as I write it, trying to find a development to it. This is my favorite exercise.