I’m Hannah. I’m sixteen, and I notice prices more than I used to.
Not in a wanting-to-be-rich way. More like: why does one painting sell for more than a house, and another one, that I like better, sit in a classroom and get ignored? Why do people pay for concert tickets and then look at their phones the whole time? Why does a story I read in twenty minutes stay in my head for weeks, and a whole textbook chapter disappear by Friday?
This is where I write that stuff down before it evaporates. It’s not a portfolio. I’m not collecting achievements. I just think better when I have to turn a feeling into a sentence.
I like art, books, and music — the ordinary versions, not the I-only-listen-to-obscure-vinyl versions. I reread more than I should. I draw when I should be doing maths. I put the same three songs on while I work and then get annoyed at myself for it. I like World Literature because people in other centuries had the same problems we do. They just used different words.
This year I’m starting IGCSE: Business, Maths, ESL, and World Literature. People keep asking why those four, like I should have picked a team. I didn’t. I picked the subjects that keep talking to each other. Business is about how people decide. Maths is the part that doesn’t let you hand-wave. ESL is me getting better at saying what I actually mean, in a language that still trips me sometimes. World Literature is the reminder that none of this is new. People have been arguing about money, pride, and bad choices for a very long time.
I want to study something finance-related later. I know that sounds like a grown-up sentence from someone who still has ink stains in a pencil case. I don’t mean I want to sit in a glass building and point at graphs. I mean I want to understand why some things get valued and some things get thrown away. Books do that. Paintings do that. Songs do that. Markets do it too, just with less poetry and more panic.
If a post is messy, that’s because I wrote it this week, not because I workshopped it for a month. If I change my mind later, I’ll probably write another post instead of pretending I was sure the first time.
That’s the deal.