As of today, I am no longer saying I come from the township in which I was raised in.
In an effort to not dox myself, I will say I do identify with the town / borough I grew up in, but not the township itself. The township itself is poison to the mind and soul, and it’s important to get out of there.
This year, I’ve ran into issues with specific people in my community. Some took my ideas and made them their own, others claimed I was doing things for views, others claimed I was going to leave them in the dust because of failed projects that I thought I could take on.
Some will even promise you greatness and turn around and give it to someone else.
I’ve provided nothing but opportunities to my town to really bring some light and character. This is a town that used to get regular coverage on major news sites, and now it doesn’t. And you can tell why.
But that’s okay. There is no hard feelings with anyone in the community. I respect the image the town has to keep up with, and I was never meant to be poisoned with self-limiting, deeply-wounded individuals who need to spend eternity keeping others down to make themselves feel accomplished.
And if we really want to know where these thoughts comes from, ask the realtor who said they’d give me a house and then gave it to their friend.
Ask the teacher who took my newspaper idea and ran it into the ground.
Ask the community member who claimed I was capitalizing off of the waste facility situation by providing information on my website.
Ask the teacher who used to make fun of me and dig at me and made me lose my spark in musical theater.
Ask the OTHER teacher why in the fifth grade she accused me of cheating.
Ask the OTHER music teacher who never gave me a lead in a school play despite being a singer and actress with perfect pitch.
Ask the parents who pit their kids against each other for no reason.
This is no smear towards the town, just silent removal from something that would never give back to me like I have them.
With love,
Jenn McGraw
First & Jenn 
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