Hannah Freibert

Only when my mom is scolding me do I go by "Hannah Elizabeth!", other than that I keep it pretty simple- Hannah. I've always resented setting goals out of fear of not achieving them, but since "What are your goals?" seems to follow me everywhere, I can give it a shot. Personally and academically, I would say my goal is just to survive, and not fall victim to death-by-junior-year. I guess in a more literal sense, I strive to get a 4 or 5 on each of my AP exams, maintain a 4.0, and balance my academic career with my swimming career. You probably thought I was going to say social life... nope, I basically rule that one out from the months of August-May. Its as if there were three things important to a teenager: dedication to school, sports, and a life outside of the halls of Henry Clay, but you can only pick two. So for me, my sport is swimming (which I seem to do a lot of). I don't know how much you know about it, but in most ways it is awful, and strangely mirrors child enslavement. I practice usually eight or nine times a week, depending on my motivational level day to day. Twice on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and once on the remaining days of the week with Sunday off. Getting up at 4 A.M. to go get in a cold pool pretty much sucks, but its the kind of group suffering that a team bonds over. 

My summer consisted of traveling, this foreign thing known as free time, and... surprise, swimming. I was fortunate enough to be able to go to Switzerland and Italy with a group of fellow Henry Clay-ers (Is that a thing?) lead by Mr. Rexford. If I had had to pin a meaningful experience of my summer, it would definitely come down on that week, in which I narrowly escaped being stolen away in the night and trafficked into the Swiss Yodeling business.

As for my video of choice, I feel I need to brief you a bit on it before subjugating you to it. Semi-recently, a song called “Watch Me” gained popularity, you may know exactly what I’m referring to. Lucky for everyone this bad song is accompanied by an equally tragic dance, the Whip, which happens to resemble a Ty Bo workout. Occasionally I would “whip” to mock those who listened to the song or partook in the dance in a serious manner. But before I knew it I found that the Whip had taken over my life like a plague, and I began to spontaneously whip everywhere. At practice, whip. Supermarket, whip. Presenting a project, whip. It became a subconscious act. Anyways, this video shows what triggered my whipping career. Without further adieu, I present Meriwether and myself whipping across Europe.

Oh, and my favorite website is Vine, where all the time that should be spent on homework goes.https://vine.co