My (Second) First Blog Post

I have a confession to make. This blog post is homework. I am not doing this by choice. That’s not me saying I don’t want to write a blog, that’s me saying whether I want to or not, I don’t have a choice.

I have another confession to make. This homework is late. I should’ve had it done two days ago. My teacher, Don Wettrick, asked my class to set up a professional Twitter account, and start a blog. The Twitter was easy enough (Follow my account here: ).

The blog, on the other hand, was a disaster. I set up my account, and wrote my first post. It documented my tendency towards self-centered actions, and was overall terribly written. I put it together in about thirty minutes. Not exactly high quality content.

I posted the subpar piece, and waited about an hour until I read it. That’s right, I didn’t even read all the way through my own blog post before I published it. After I read it, and was slightly nervous about my tone, I gave it to my girlfriend and asked for her thoughts. I was promptly told,

“The first paragraph makes you look like a major [expletive].”

Okay, I can deal with that. I took down the post, and decided to try again.


I forgot.

I never even planned out my second first post. Then, what a surprise, I came to class with a big fat 0% for the assignment. Shocker.

This is where everything goes from bad to worse.

I emailed Don apologizing for not submitting links to my Twitter or blog, and by apologizing I mean beg for him to let me submit and give me a grade.

Alas, Medium doesn’t allow mobile users without the app to post, and Twitter is blocked by the school.

I stupidly asked if only setting up the Medium profile was enough.


That’s a good one Gavin.

30 seconds of work should totally give me full credit, right?

Don told me what he thought, and I was honestly okay with it. I understood. I didn’t do the work assigned, so I wasn’t going to get the grade. Fair enough.

This is where I get mad.

Apparently around 30% of my class didn’t submit the homework. Thank God, I wasn’t alone. Then, Don calls me out. He never says my name, but he talks about how a student, “asked if only setting up the account was enough. I mean come on, seriously?” Needless to say, that bothered me. I felt attacked, and self conscious about previous poor decisions.

But I didn’t say anything.

I sat there, red-faced and sweating, controlling myself.

I tried to think about it.

I tried to be reasonable.

After all, he was right. It was a stupid request.

He also probably didn’t realize it was me who sent the email. He gets a lot of emails per day, mine was just an email that particularly stuck out for being dumb.

After half an hour, I just couldn’t get it out of my head. What bothered me so much about me not doing my work?

And honestly, I still don’t know. I did the wrong thing. Don called me out for it. Boohoo.

Sharing this story with you has a purpose. I promise it has a meaning, because I learned something.

I learned that you don’t get what you want by crying about it. You get what you want by doing the work required, and more. You work harder and smarter, and you’ll achieve your goals. This may seem obvious, but it seems to be a lesson I’d never recognized.

I invite you to follow me on my journey of learning more about myself, creating the changes I want to see in my world, and finding a way to make as many people’s lives better as I can. I don’t know where it will take me, but I know that it’ll be a wild ride.


My name is Gavin Cooley. I am a high school student in Indiana (a.k.a. The middle of nowhere and everywhere). I am a part of Don Wettrick’s Innovations class, a class with the goal of getting high schoolers to realize their full potential and take action in their lives to make a difference. I love making music and hanging out with my friends. If you want to see more of my journey, follow me on social media.


Snapchat: @gjcoolone


Gavin Cooley