But that will all end soon as I start work July 24th . Then the poop will really hit the fan as I will be stressed out beyond belief . But I have been in the doldrums . Unsure if I even want to continue blogging .

A: What will happen to the narrator 's blog after they start their job ?

It has been a little over a year , but now the end is here . I ' ve been thinking a bit about all the things i did n't get to do . Plans changed , opportunities rose and fell .

A: Approximately how long could it have been according to the narrator 's phrasing ?

One day my sister came and picked me up , and I was relaxing in her car . I had my arms behind my head , thinking of nothing in particular , when suddenly she mentioned that my armpits stank . She did n't say it in a mean or hurtful way , but I was still embarrassed , because it was my body , and it was yet another thing I had to deal with , had to think about , had to mask , had to play down .

A: What can the reader most reasonably assume to be true of the nature of the author 's sister 's comment ?

The bond they had shared had been full of love and patience . He 'd taught her how to play the mandolin , lute , violin and viola da gamba at a very early age and , for that , she would always be grateful to him . It just was n't fair !

A:
What kind of person was he ?