So I just picked up my tickets today and just realized that I’m actually leaving in less than a week. I’m so excited but so anxious at the same time. High school passed so fast and this summer literally flew right past me!
The highlight of my summer was definitely my trip to Boston. Over the weekend, we arrived at Boston, exhausted, but of course, my uncle does not know the definition of exhausted. We played a bit of basketball before swimming for two hours. The next day, I woke up at 6:45 to do some abs then I went out for a run. When I came back we went kayaking, then lunched, then swam again, then we mini golfed and ate a shitload of fried stuff.
Lol okay this is going to sound vulgar but the most difficult part of my summer was trying so hard not to curse in front of my little cousins. Because of the high level of stress this summer that was involved with my job, I (we) cursed constantly throughout the summer.
But yay I’m also getting a new phone!
This post was so random lol
Sometimes I just wish time could stand still in its place and I could just live in that very second forever. This picture was the second best thing, so I decided to share this with everybody.
I’m not exactly sure why I was so socially unproductive this summer. There’s so much left on my pre-college bucket list: so many people to hang out with, so many places to go, so much to capture within this period of time. But somehow, I actually ended up doing nothing but working, which absolutely sucks. And now I’m extremely nervous about college: what else may go wrong in my life.
P.s. Somebody pinch me when I start to lose confidence in myself again or start to stutter when I am speaking in public or when I do something extremely awkward or when I start to get flustered under situations or don’t wake up on time.
It’s weird. People say you are who you make friends with. But most of my friends would think most of the things I like to do would be dead boring. Like… visiting museums. I find museums fascinating, especially art museums. But most of my friends would choose going kareokeing or eating out rather than visiting the Metropolitan with me. I, undoubtedly (as I have done before) spend all day in the museum. One time I spent literally six hours in there and didn’t want to leave.
Being an only child, I’ve gotten used to spending a lot of my time alone, and I sometimes even enjoy those times where I trek the city alone. When I go places alone, I don’t have to worry about waiting for people, how fast I walk, what I do, where I go. I just like to wander around the city, taking pictures, eating when I want to, wherever I want to go doesn’t matter. I do that a lot over the summer because I seriously enjoy wandering.
Wandering must be done in places where you know how to get home, so in a city like New York where public transportation is everywhere, literally anywhere in the city is the perfect place.
so this is also an excerpt from my final gfinks essay, except some of these things seriously aren’t for a teacher’s eyes, so I’ll delete a lot of it from the actual assignment after i post it here…
B. The tales of academic honesty
My condolences to the classmates that actually have never:
BH1: copied homework.
BH2: passed off notes (or a page scribbled with illegible numbers/paragraphs) as homework.
BH3: did only the front page of the looseleaf, leaving the other side blank.
BE1: cheated off someone next to you.
BE2: asked someone “what was on the test?”
BE3: asked someone directly the questions on the test.
BE4: overhear someone talk about the questions on the test.
BE5: had someone take a picture of a test paper for you.
BE6: had someone just steal the whole freaking test paper for you.
BE7: texted answers during a test.
BE8: took out a “cheat sheet” to, well, cheat from.
BE9: missed class to study for tests.
BP1: let another person in your group do all the work.
BP2: Paraphrase someone’s answers (homework only!)
it’s annoying, I know. It’s unfair, I know. But it happens to everyone
ugh its so ridiculous that i can be addicted to such a superficial show, but its 8:06 (as im writing this) and the suspense is killing me. If i didnt have a math final and english essay and dance routine due tomorrow I would no doubt watch if first, but i cant. akljs;ldfjals;djflasjdfl;ajsdlf the tv is actually on (my mom’s watching the chinese news) and im counting the seconds of the show im missing and its killing me! ah well, better get back to work… so i can watch it tomorrow hehehehhe
so this is an excerpt from my final gfinks essay LOL (first drafter)
If a school-wide vote were to be done down the halls of the Stuy, there will be at least one, or several, or if its finals week, it would actually be easier to count who didn’t pull an all-nighter. However, out of the number of people who actually claim to have pulled the feat, let’s filter out the people that are actually exaggerating, or to be blunt, lying. Here are the following scenarios that lead one to pull an “all-nighter”:
Out of the all the people that claim to have pulled all-nighters (let’s call these people X)
Type A: Aaron fell into the comfort of his bed when they got home, then having 2:00AM to start homework, therefore pulling an “all-nighter,” because, you know, Aaron was up all night, technically.
Type B: Brandon comes home to play computer games or Facebook until 12:00 midnight, then realizing, oh, crap, I forgot I had homework! But by that time, Brandon has already begun falling asleep, and continues to doze off every five minutes until 4:00AM, when the effects start to wear off, and rushes to do homework, only to finish just as Brandon needs to get to school, therefore pulling an “all-nighter.”
Type C: Charlie usually sleeps at 10:00PM every night because Charlie works extremely hard as soon as he gets home. However, on one night, something miscellaneous pops up, like a late Science Olympiad practice or there was just a lot of work (haha), so Charlie had to stay up until 2:00AM doing homework before crashing into bed. The next morning, Charlie looks completely fatigued and tells everyone, “I, like, pulled an all-nighter,” which is technically true because the terminology used was “like,” meaning “almost,” and besides, Charlie looks like he pulled an all-nighter, even though C, in truth, did not.
And that brings us to…
Type D: Daniel actually came home right after school to go home to do work, and actually did stay up the whole night to do a history project. The next day, he comes in with a venti coffee from Starbucks and tells everyone he pulled an all-nighter. This is as truthful as it gets. What everyone doesn’t know, actually, was that the assignment was given to him three weeks in advance, and the teacher actually reminded the whole class the week before. Go figure.
I cannot get over this mans photos:
So apparently, he stakes out everyday with his telephoto lens following an eagle called Pale Male. He has archives from 2002! The pictures are sooo beautiful and detailed; so amazing.
I know everyone says that finding a career you love is really important. With me, though, it is constantly a debate between academics and art. It seems really, I don’t know, art-deprecating to me, but I feel like an academic career seems like the easier path to take in terms of finding a job. I mean, I love art, and not hating on all the artists out there, because I respect all of you. I would never have the courage to pursue an creative arts career because I would most likely be to afraid to take the risk.
Secretly, though I think I’m not scared of not being able to find a job as much as relying on my creativity. I don’t know. I, to admit, am not a very profound person. I have an on-off relationship with my ability to be creative, and it’s something that I simply cannot control sometimes. Inspiration comes at odd moments, and after one great idea comes, I have no idea when the next will arrive. Two minutes? Two months? Two years? I never know.
I’m not sure what career path I’ll take, but its never too late to take up art in college, and even when I have a job, I guess. I think art will always be an important element of my life, whether I decide to make it my career is something completely unknown.
**ugh this is so poorly written; maybe I’ll edit this later and repost. creativity and diction slipping through my fingers yo.