i've never really thought of new year's being a big deal and all with those resolutions and stuff because it all seems like just a continuous cycle. it keeps going and going and going and going etc.
this time though, it feels a little different because...
next year will be the best.
i'm definitely moving out, because all the colleges are at least a 2 hour drive from my house.
ryan and rachel, i WILL visit you guys whenever i have the chance. and when you guys visit me, i'll take you out and we'll have a night on the town.
and eunice, i'll hook you up with some college boyzz
concerts in the summer.
moving into a dorm.
getting a job as a night radio station host
refresh my tan. in Cancun.
striking out on my own.
but, we'll see.
the break is HALF gone already.
i haven't started ANY of my hw.
and i still haven't done half the things i wanted to do.
dammit.
rachel can't hang out until wed thurs fri.
but EVERYONE else wants to do stuff on those days too.
things I HAVE to do before break ends.
finish hw (geez come on >:( )
hang out with rachel and ryan
everything else i don't really have to do.
but hey, i can hope rite?
i hung out with eunice. finally for the first time outside of school :D it was pretty chill, went to this pretty good pho place in db, talked about problems, hit three clothing stores and came out with one gray "perfect tee" from old navy.
gamecrazy sux, i will never go there again after i use up my credit.
i can do most songs in guitar hero 3 at hard level :D now i have a grating metallica song stuck in my head and a very sore left wrist. how embarrassing.
booked up about three days for next week
wed: watching atonement with lisa and whoever she wants to bring
thurs: watching juno with kirsten and lauren
fri: metro trip? maybe, maybe not
crossing my fingers that my parents don't complain about it :D
paid off application fees, decided on the canadian university i'm going to: university of toronto
to celebrate "no-more-writing-college-essays", i'll post all my essays up here. because i'm proud of them. hope it doesn't bore you.
otherwise i'll probably not get into college. :D
this is my carnegie mellon supplementary essay.
prompt:
Please submit a one-page, single-spaced essay that explains
why you have chosen your major, department or program. This essay
should include the reasons why you've chosen the major, any goals or
relevant work plans and any other information you would like us to know.
I sat in the back
of my parents’ old station wagon, stuck in a 2 hour long traffic jam on the way
to Downtown Los Angeles. My mom put the
car in park and killed the engine as I heard the wailing of an emergency siren
and saw a big plume of smoke hover in the distance. “I guess we have to just sit and wait.” my
mom sighed and she grabbed a magazine to read.
“Could I look out and see what’s happening mom?” She absentmindedly
nodded and opened the sun roof. I
clambered up to sit on the head rest of the passenger seat and poked my head
out. I saw the car accident, mangled
pieces of car and flame and smoke, but what really caught my attention was the
haze. I couldn’t see the tops of
skyscrapers at all. A thick, sickly grey
layer of smog hid the mountains, the buildings, and the sky from view. “Mom, what is all that stuff in the sky?” She
looked where I pointed. “Oh, that’s smog.”
I had a confused look on my face. “Where does it come from?” My mom
shook her head and replied, “Us.”
A seed had been
planted in my brain that only grew and flourished as awareness of the declining
state of our environment increased. I
didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do when I grew up, but all I knew was that
I wanted to make sure that I did something to help fix it. As an environmental engineer, I will have the
skills to make a positive impact on our environment. Originally, I had wanted to build
environmentally-friendly housing, equipped with solar panels etc. But later my options extended to include
building and designing hybrid/alternative fueled cars and/or working on making
the usage of alternative fuels more mainstream and affordable.
Since I was ten, I have always had an interest in
building things/models. I have built
several models in the past, starting from a couple of model cars to a balsa wood
model airplane. I love to work with my
hands and have some skill in building models.
In the summer of my
freshman year in high school, I took an architecture design class at the Art
Center College of Design in Pasadena, CA.
Over the course of five Saturdays, we designed and built models of house
boats. I decided to design something
other than the typical square house design. So instead, my house had a
cylindrical shape, only a few enclosed rooms and wide open spaces. In the process, I learned some aspects of
house design as well as experience building models.
In my junior year, I took an Architecture Design course at my school for the year. The first project we were assigned was to build a scale model of the inside of a house wall out of balsa wood. I then learned how to use AutoCAD to design a one-story house for a NAWIC (National Association of Women in Construction) design competition. We were given certain requirements to meet, including the implementation of Universal Design throughout our designs. With the floor plans, we then built a scale model of our individual houses for entrance into the Los Angeles County Fair. My house model and design won First Place as well as Best of Class.
I have also done some basic research on alternative fuels and which chemicals lead to the production of greenhouse gases and other harmful pollutants. I know about the new ways in which scientists are trying to store hydrogen to make it more efficient for fuel usage, as well as some of the dramatic climate changes that are being caused by pollution, such as the rapid melting of the polar ice caps and the eventual repercussions it will cause.
Up until now, I have always had an interest in cars and car design, and like to say that I probably know more (at least a little) than the average 17 year old girl. My first dip into car design was in 4th grade, where for a science project, I designed a futuristic flying car, and included all the details (just conceptually!) on how the car hovered/flew up to the passenger safety system.
I want to help
heal the earth, prevent it from getting sicker.
Some people may not believe in what is happening but whether or not it
is happening now or in the next ten years, it will inevitably come if we do not
do anything to stop it. I believe that
we are being given a chance to take action while it may still be able to make a
significant change. My dream is to use
all of the things I have learned and will learn, the things I truly enjoy
doing, to perhaps one day, be able to see clearly that beautiful bright blue
sky above the skyscrapers of Los Angeles.
my MIT essay
prompt: Describe a situation, where at the time, felt like it was the "end of the world". describe the process in which you discovered a postitive out of a negative. (it went something along those lines)
My parents had gone to my pediatrician several times, only to receive the same ambiguous diagnosis of a “weak stomach”, laundry lists of food substitutes and the mantra, “If nothing else works, give her Gatorade and Pedialyte.” But all this achieved nothing. My parents felt helpless, unable to make me strong again. But soon, helplessness developed into frustration and my mother said one day “It’s all in your head. You’re the one who is keeping yourself sick.”
I
had no idea as to what this meant. Was
she blaming me for making myself sick?
The all too familiar sourness of
bile rose up my throat. I systematically
sprinted into the bathroom and kneeled over the toilet bowl, hands braced
against the edges. My weak body retched,
struggling to force everything up and out. I slowly rose, blotted tears of
exertion from the corners of my eyes, and wiped a shaky hand against my
mouth. My face was stark white, my eyes
bloodshot, my lips chalky. But, my cheeks
still had that little puff of baby fat and an almost invisible tint of pink,
the last remnants of an energetic and rambunctious little kid.
I began to take a few wobbly
steps towards the door. My knees buckled
beneath me. My head was spinning,
everything around me distorted in fuzzy blurs and shapes. And then I fell.
I could just stay there,
forever, laying flat, my burning cheeks against the soothing cold hardness of
bathroom tiles. I closed my eyes,
letting the dark fall. No more pain, no
more looks of pity, no more tears. All
gone.
But something in the back of my
mind screamed “NO!”
I had an entire life laid out
ahead of me. I had to go back and play
tetherball with my best friends. I had
to go back and keep my stuffed animals company.
I had to go back and pick on my sister.
I had to go back
My eyes shot open, blinking the black
away. I couldn’t give up. I would fight it, whatever monster that was
taking hold of my life. It didn’t matter
what it was. All I knew was that I would
beat it. I would fight it with every
ounce of my remaining strength, with all I had left, even if all I had left was
my will to live. And then I realized
that it was my lack of will that kept
me frail and exhausted. I had been
satisfied to just walk through the haze, the continuous cycle of sleep, eat, throw
up, repeat.
But, no more.
I clenched my teeth as I pushed
against the cold hardness of the bathroom tiles and gripped the edge of the
sink, lifting myself. I took a few baby
steps, pushed the door open and fell straight into my mother’s arms. No words were spoken. A simple look of anguish on her face was
enough for me to try to rise.
She helped me stand and then let
go.
prompt 1: Describe the world you come from — for example, your family, community or school — and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.
I looked down at my progress
report, my hands trembling in outrage.
There was a big bold-lettered F right next to “Penmanship”. Beside it in a miniscule scrawl were the
words “needs improvement”. I was
furious, no, I was BEYOND furious. I was inarguably the best student in the
class! And my teacher had dared to blemish my perfect record with…THIS?! For
some meaningless “subject”, that didn’t require an ounce of thought?
I dutifully showed it to my
mom. Her eyebrows rose as she scanned
the yellow paper. My jaw jutted out in
defiance as I tried to argue my teacher’s reasoning to her. “I don’t even write that badly!! I mean, it
can’t be worse than anyone else’s!” I
looked into her eyes, seeking pity and condolence for this grade that I didn’t
deserve. But I only found a hard,
narrowed glance that flickered towards me.
"If this is what the teacher
gave you, this is the grade you deserve.”
My mouth opened in defense but snapped shut as she walked away. After an entire night of sobbing, I resolved
to prove them all wrong. I would wipe
those disappointed looks off their faces no matter what.
The last day of school, my
friends were bragging about how their parents were going to buy them Gameboys for
getting good grades. Why didn’t my
parents do that? I had straight As all my kid life and they had never once
rewarded me, except for those few “Good jobs” that I had stopped hearing once I
hit second grade.
I asked them during dinner. My parents replied, “We’re not the ones
getting those grades. You are. Are you getting them for us?” I slowly shook my head. “We don’t need to
motivate you to be anything. If you can’t
be self-motivated, you don’t deserve it.”
I never complained about it and they never asked for my grades again.
After the “F” incident, I worked
on my writing until at year’s end; I sat and watched my teacher with pride as
he wrote a big bold-lettered A on my report card next to that meaningless title,
“Penmanship.” My parents only saw my
grades when I felt like showing them, just to let them know that I was happy with
them.
Those lessons made me do more
than just run fast enough to beat the others.
They made me race to be first at the finish. They made me want to do the best I could, be
the best I could at whatever I want to do, whatever I feel like doing, at
anything and everything. From my school
work to my P.E. badminton team, I strive, I endure, I succeed.
My mom had told my teacher to
give me that fateful “F”.
i used this prompt for my carnegie mellon and dartmouth essays too.
When I tell people that I’ve been
in several fist fights, their eyes widen in disbelief. “You?! Beating people up?!“ I don’t wait for their imaginations to fill in
the blanks. I tell them everything.
John
had just been transferred into my Chinese class. He was big, dumb, rarely spoke, sat in the
back and minded his own business, until that one fateful day.
Students
were doing homework when there was a shout and a scuffle. Everyone turned. Kevin’s brows were furrowed in anger, eyes
filled with tears, a finger pointed accusingly at John. John held shreds of Kevin’s homework and scattered
them. I felt something unfamiliar rise up,
struggling for release, but didn’t let go.
The teacher ran out of the room.
John
looked menacing, a bull ready to charge, fists clenched. Suddenly, he threw the table at Kevin. Kevin’s arm became pinned underneath. They all were nothing to John, in strength
and size. It hit me then that he
wouldn’t stop.
I stalked
to the front and faced him. “How could
you hurt people like that?!” My hands shook, my breathing came out uneven, my
cheeks were flushed. “I won’t let
you. Come and face me! They’re all afraid,
but I’m not. I will TAKE YOU ON!” I curled my hands into fists and raised them,
like I’d seen in numerous kung fu movies.
It was a declaration, a challenge.
A silence stole upon the room, eyes shifting between us. His nails were digging into his palms and he
bared his teeth at me in an ugly grimace.
I was ready, oh, I was so ready for this. My mind raced, an uppercut or a one-two jab?
Suddenly,
I was half-blind and my left eye was burning with pain. My good eye darted around and found John’s
face, his lips curled into a triumphant smirk.
I stood, shocked, not knowing what had happened. Someone’s voice pierced through my confusion.
“He punched out your contact.” She picked it up and offered it to me.
I felt ashamed and hurt. The punch didn’t just knock out my contact;
it hurt my ego, my pride. I had
pitifully lost, a one hit K.O. and I hadn’t even pulled a single punch. My shoulders sagged and I looked down to hide
the tears welling up, threatening to spill over in front of everyone watching
me. And then, the same hand touched my
arm. I looked up, into her face. “You
were… awesome!” Her face, full of
amazement, broke into a huge grin and then the silence was broken. I could hear them congratulating me, praising
me, thanking me. I felt like they were
raising me above their heads and parading me around, cheering and
screaming.
I had never felt anything like
it; nothing I had felt before could ever compare. It wasn’t the compliments or the admiration
that made me feel like it had all been worth it. It was the gratitude, the appreciation that
my classmates had for me, for what I did.
I stood up for them, when no one else could, with nothing but my own two
hands. I had done something, something
no one expected from me, to fight against what was wrong.
On the outside, I am what seems
to be the average Chinese girl. I do
happen to fall into the many stereotypes one would think of first. I have black hair, almond-shaped eyes and a
round nose. I focus more on my school
work and don’t participate in sports. But what they don’t see shocks them,
belies the calm exterior that does not contain or restrain, but only hides my
true self.
bits and pieces of my life for u.
ok, first post in almost 2 months? something like that, w/e. only because its winter break and i probably will be bored with nothing to do half the time :/
so what's going on?
finished applying (yes, thats right bitches!) to:
uc berkeley
uc san diego
carnegie mellon u
dartmouth
MIT
and will be applying to a french canadian school :D
i know i'll get into ucsd, otherwise i'm probably doomed because i don't know the likelihood of me getting into the other colleges. carnegie mellon and uc berkely are probablys, ucsd HAS to be a WILL, canadian school probably yes and mit...maybe.
i actually put into my mit application that i wrote in a blog, funny how things come in handy.
this christmas is probably the most memorable ever, because it was me and my sister with the holiday spirit, not just going along with it because everyone else was. i cooked some good (according to my family) prime rib roast, and my sister made raspberry chocolate cheesecake and chicken broccoli casserole. yes, apparently i DO know how to cook :D now i know that i won't starve in college.
things i want to do (WILL DO!) this break, since its my last one here...
go "boyhunting" with jenna
hang with rachel and ryan MORE than once
hang with eunice, christie, and lisa
hang with esther lisa and whoever they want to bring
watch juno with kirsten and lauren
go to dland
ddr competition against natnael <---yes, gay i know, but i want to play against someone
and not have a big complaining fit from my parents.
after christmas sales were fkn BAD this year, best buy and circuit city didn't even have fkn ads afterwards, those stupid losers. the before christmas sales were below average. how sad, the best sales of the year were on black friday, and even those were wimpy and lame.
FINALLY got guitar hero 3. i now have a sore left hand/wrist, and got my ass kicked by some random online guitar hero matchup on expert.
i should bring it to rachels house so we can all play. :D
brought up my calc grade from a D to a fkn B. thats right bitches, look at me now! hardwork pays off :D
oh and i have this strange obsession with lupe fiasco and his music.
so overall:
life has settled down (or more like I've settled down into it)
and i love it.
but its a monday. :D
thank fkn god for forgettable holidays that sneak up on you. veteran's day, labor day, whatever, as long as i get atleast one day off of school.
didn't do jack $h1t today, but thats what i'm supposed to do right?
my underclassmen friends are realizing that i'm going to be gone soon. thats pretty depressing, and its SPREADING!
i might end up driving the Red Car soon because my mom has to drive the Wagon. but then that means that i can't take ryan home anymore unless he is ok waiting at like the church or something, and i can come pick him up after i drop adrienne off at home. eh,we'll see what happens.
i'm getting interviewed by my MIT interviewer person on sunday this coming weekend. i gotta prep a bunch of questions for her so that its a "two way" conversation.
havent even done any college stuff this weekend, but all i have to finish for uc apps is the 250 word prompt, i'm all done with the big one.
i found out that the school i was counting on to be another of my safety schools and i would rather go to than MIT costs the same amount, which is a butt load, and its not even a university, its a liberal arts college.
i'm waiting for rachel's boyfriend (Brian) who just got a job at Best Buy to start working so he can buy guitar hero 3 for me at a discount.
and i'm trading in my zune tomorrow for the new one because it accidentally "broke" over the weekend.
i'm such a cheapo.
I went to another dinner party today. it was kind of like a going away party for one of my mom's closest friends, who she's been friends with for like 20 years, ever since my mom started working in the garment industry. i really hoped that it wouldn't be the same kind of dinner party i'd been going to for the past couple months, where no one really wanted to talk to you and you really didn't want to talk to them.
i expected it to be some sort of "high society" party, with all those designers, blah blah blah parties. but thank god, i was very wrong.
I stepped into a humongous house in a gated community in Long Beach. Majority of people in the room were white people, there were two other asians, a hispanic gay couple, and another hispanic family. everyone was subtly dressed, wearing tanks, dress shirts, sweaters, thermals. it was like everyone just stopped by to say hello on their way to go shopping. but then i saw them. Every single person, man and woman, was wearing some sort of $200-$300 dollar pair of jeans, most were Hudsons, a couple of Paige Denims, and the rest an expensive assortment branded jeans. They didn't need to wear flashy, low necked tops, or million dollar Italian suits, because it was there, all in that little trademarked jean pocket stitching, or the distinct V pocket flaps that silently declared to the world that here, was a pair of Hudson jeans. They were drinking wine in plastic SOLO cups and mixing Mojito's for incoming guests. There was a table of catered food, barbecued chicken, baby back ribs, coleslaw, sliced beef and the best mashed potatoes i had ever tasted. There weren't any bitchy, snooty, nose-in-the-air company bosses. But a random collection of some of the most down to earth adults i've ever met (at a party). I heard snatches of conversation as I stood against a table, drinking carbonated water. They talked about people they hated screwing up at work, joked about stealing each other's employees, all the way down to whether or not they should have one more kid, and where they traveled to in the past month.
It didn't take more than half an hour for mostly everyone to get buzzed. The host was going around and asking if everyone had met everyone. For the fifth time. Another was waltzing around the kitchen with a string of pearls she had just bought from a door-to-door seller for $50. A guy was offering to "slip me some drinks" in front of my parents and 6 year old kids in their Halloween costumes (i know, early) were running around and chasing the dog. For the first time in a very long series of dreaded dinner parties, I felt relaxed, comfortable and most of all, included. It was homey yet sophisticated, was getting pretty crazy yet remained mature, and still, oddly, had a sense of calm.
After we left, said our good byes, got a couple of squeezing hugs, I asked my mom who they all were.
"Well," she said "Three of them started Paige Denim, one of them works for Indigo Group, the asian one..." and she listed names and jobs and how they all knew each other. They all were big people in their chosen company. Some worked for companies that made Ralph Lauren, 7 Jeans, True Religion and a whole slew of other brand names. Her husband was an extra in a bunch of movies, his wife worked with Disney, her husband worked for Siemens, etc. etc.
I sat in the back seat of the car, awed. I went to a party with some of the biggest brains of the denim world, designers, innovators and the people who actually created the jean before the big name label got stamped onto the back of the waistband.
And I just happened to tell them that I used to drive like a FOB azn, made a left turn on a red light and drove on the wrong side of the road.
To everyone who told me "Good for you Alex, FINALLY.", "Go for it Alex." and "OMG ALEX! I WANT TO BE THERE TO SUPPORT YOU!!! CALL ME IF AND WHEN IT HAPPENS!!"
Thank you for that.
I drank a large sized boba milk tea that came with my 99 ranch market combo, ate MSG
loaded chinese fried fish and drank just a sip of Australian wine.
BAM!
instant caffeine rush that didn't wear out until 2 AM this morning, so it went for about 7 hours, and even when i woke up, i was still feeling hyper. my super sensitivity to caffeine made it worse, and when i got to 0 period (6:30 AM) i was literally bouncing off the walls.
so u know what i did until 2 AM?
i rolled around in bed, thinking about this year long crush i've had on Anonymous Alcoholic, and finally doing something about it. and then i made a spontaneous decision to just tell him. and then i was fighting with myself, back and forth, thinking how crazy i am to even think about doing it, but after i thought it through, there was no way i would be able to NOT tryto do something about it, because now that i had thought of the plan, it felt like i had to carry it all the way through.
then i woke up in the morning after a 3 hour sleep, and kinda got my senses back, but that didn't do anything to my resolve. whatever it took.
i was going to do it.
today.
after school.
i got his number from Carlos, and i told carlos about me going to tell him, and carlos told me, "you've got nothing to lose."
i texted Anonymous after 5th period, got nothing back, then i called him when i got home. he picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hi Anonymous, its Alex, Alex Chan."
"Oh, hey, whats up?"
"I was wondering if you had some time today. I have to tell you something."
"Can you just tell me now?"
"Well, what are you doing right now?"
"I'm with some friends."
"Oh,no, its something I have to tell you in person. When will you be free?"
"Could you call me back in 2-3 hours? My phone battery is dying."
"Ok, so i'll call you back at 5?"
"Yah."
"Bye." >CLICK<
then i take like a 2 hour nap, and wake up at around 4:30, and decide to call him then. I hear the dial tone for about 30 seconds and then voicemail.
I call Carlos, and ask him.
"Carlos? Is Anonymous the type of person who would...shrug people off?"
"Umm...yeah, he might."
I sighed, "Oh, Ok..."
"I said that he might, might." i smiled, carlos is such a good guy.
"Yah...thanks Carlos." and i hung up.
i call Anonymous again, and left a message.
"Hey Anonymous. I'm going to assume that something's up with your phone or something. I just wanted to know if maybe when you get this, you can call me back, and we can meet up somewhere like Starbucks so i can tell you. Ok. Could you call me back as soon as possible? because i don't want to think that you shrugged me off. bye."
i waited. and waited. and everytime i passed by my desk, i checked my phone to see if i had any missed calls. but there was nothing.
and then i gave up. if he didn't even want to call me back, he definitely was the jerk ryan and rachel described him to be. and he definitely did not deserve for me to even take the time to tell him. but i didn't get angry like i should have. i should have been furious, pissed, enraged, that he wouldn't call.
but i wasn't. instead i spread myself out on my bed, closed my eyes and thought for half an hour.
and i was sad.
my cell phone rings.
i check caller id. its him.
i pick it up.
"Hey Anonymous!" I tried to make my voice sound light.
"Hey, sorry I didn't call you, I was sleeping."
"Oh, no its alright.." and then my phone reception kills the call. Dammit.
I call him from my home phone.
"hey, sorry about that, my cell phone has bad reception."
"its alright."
"its too late now, so i can't go out."
"Could you just tell me now? over the phone? Because i don't know when i will have free time to talk to you."
"I..." and then i stopped to think.
"hello?"
"yah, i'm still here, I just need to think." i didn't want him to wait too long for me to answer but i didn't know what to do.
"You know, i'm just going to say it. ok. hold on." and i waited again, gathered my courage, my voice was shaking so i lay down on the carpet.
"Ok. I'm starting."
I wanted to tell him how long i've had a crush on him, and how even though i never even talked to him now, i still liked him, and it was driving me fkn crazy. it was pissing me off, because he was still in my head, even after no contact for half a year. i wanted to tell him that even though my friends tried to tell me that he was a big jerk and didn't deserve my liking him, i never agreed. I wanted to tell him that he made me feel nervous, and that i never acted myself when i was around him. I wanted him to promise me that he wouldn't tell anyone about what i'd said and that he would forget about it after i was done. because all i wanted was to get it out, get it out of my head, because nothing else seemed to work, and the only way i thought i could really kill it was to tell the person to his face.
but i didn't.
"I've had a crush on you for a really long time. I mean, I don't even talk to you, the last time I talked to you was last year, but I still like you, and its been driving me crazy. So i wanted to tell you so that maybe by telling you, i would be able to let it out. and get over it."
A pause.
"Well, I like someone else, but.." and i interrupted.
"We don't even talk."
"Yah, like I don't even see you at all."
and it felt like the weight fell from my shoulders.
"I just wanted to tell you, more for my benefit, because i like you even though we don't talk and its been pissing me off. So, yah, i didn't really expect anything because of that, i didn't see anything happening or going anywhere."
"Its good though, i understand what you're talking about."
I let out a deep breath.
"That felt good."
"Yah, i mean, sometimes you just have to let it out, and you can't keep it in. I'm glad you told me."
"Thanks Abeer."
"Hey, whenever you feel like you need to talk, just call me, or when you see me, say hi."
another pause.
"Thanks for listening Abeer."
"No problem."
"Bye."
"bye."
I went upstairs, still shaking, still nervous, still tense. I flopped down into my computer chair and unwound.
i smiled to myself. I felt unbelievably good, about what, i don't know, it doesn't matter, it just felt better. but a split second later, (i guess it must be my slow reaction time), my eyes began to burn and tear. and i asked myself why. first time being indirectly rejected? even though i wasn't really looking for an answer, but rejected nonetheless. and it made me sad for a moment.
and then it stopped, went away, leaving only the good feelings behind.
which spread.
this must be what "bittersweet" really means.
Kristen Horton is in my Econ class, 5th period. and she happens to be in a country that is allied with us, so i get to go over there a lot to talk to her :D
so today, instead of doing all that crap we're usually supposed to be doing, i just went over to talk to her the whole period instead :] that made me supa happy! :D
i was asking her about her date, she happens to be "dating" greg yaroma. and she was telling me about her "miniature golfing/pumpkin carving/italian restaurant" date that she went on over the weekend, her very first date. (geez, sooo white :D) i remember i got joking/mad at her for not telling me about it "first", that was funny :D and then we started talking about her other good friend/best friend who like has a string of guys lined up waiting to ask her out.
Kristen said "I don't know how she does it!"
"you mean attract lots of guys?"
"No,...well kinda, yah"
"I remember she's been like that since elementary school!" and we both laughed.
"Hey Alex, i think you're like one of my oldest friends. "
"Really? wait, how long have we known each other? since 4th grade?" and then we started naming teachers by grade and seeing if we were in the same classes all those times.
"Who did you have for kindergarten?" she asked.
"Mrs. Sohns."
"Hey! then we've known each since kindergarten!"
and then it made me remember when i first met her. and then it really dawned on me how long we really knew each other. she always reminded me of my first best friend (in preschool), Audrey. even audrey's mom was like kristen's mom. from then, we were in some of each other's classes, but it wasn't like that all the way. some years i wouldn't really talk to her, and when we were in the same class, we were pretty close.
"wow, that's crazy....but wait, but it doesn't count because it was on and off." i said it, kind of jokingly.
and then she thought and said, "It does count, because every time we talked to each other, it was like we were picking it back up again, so those years we didn't have the same classes, we just put our friendship on hold."
and then i smiled, really wide.
"Yeah, you're right."
so today, i felt the shittiest ever (at school, during school), it was like i was PMSing or something, but i finished that like a week ago. :/
I found out I got another F on my calc quiz, and i thought i did so damn well too on that!! >:[ and then another class period of understanding absolutely nothing carter was talking about.
vaughn, my ass hole dick head of a school principal, didn't dismiss school because of all the smoke and ashes and later this gas leak on Peyton. then the stoplight on eucalyptus was busted too.
and i said dropped the F bomb like more than 10 times today talking about my math quiz. which is bad. i don't like to cuss...too much.
but then on to the good stuff :D
i went in after school to harrison's and he went over my quiz with me and i found out that all my wrong answers were because I made fkn stupid mistakes. i completely understood the concept and everything, but i made stupid stupid stupid mistakes. so harrison gave me a couple more points on my quiz. still and F, but every point counts when I'm working towards my B/A!! :D:D
all my other class periods were pretty fun like usual :D
and I tutored today. :D:D:D:D
and got $20 as little sumpn' sumpn' :D
and you know what else??
I just realized how much I love tutoring. (atleast tutoring kids i like, and who like me too :D:D)
when they get it after i've explained it, it brings a smile to my face! (cliche, i know, but hey, its true)
and when they get a grade they want on a test and they're happy about it too, it makes me feel like jumping up and down, and screaming and stuff like that.
and thats what i end up doing. :D:D
