Someone, please teach me how to be less judgmental.
It’s a major flaw of mine.
Someone, please help me rid myself of paranoia and fear.
It’s affecting my health and stress.
Someone, please give me confidence.
In everything I do.
The rest of us, we’re born to disappear.
How do I stop myself from
Being just a number?” —“Vultures” -John Mayer
Blogging about the last day of school. Cliche, isn’t it? But it’s not just the “last day of sophomore year” for me…it’s a new beginning. So many crazy things happened today and I feel on top of the world. I want to remember the memories created this year, but I’m also writing this post to remember what I’m feeling right now.
WARNING: long post ahead.
I wake up this morning, the sun is peeking through the clouds. I sit up in my bed, one eye open and I begin to feel dizzy. Dizzy and lightheaded, I walked toward the bathroom to get ready for the day. I was extremely scared for my physical state, as I had to run 3 miles today for a PE final.
I slip on my favorite white and black striped tunic, leggings, and my sister’s blazer heheheh. Eat a delicious-looking, chicken/cheese omelet- WHY CAN’T I SPELL ‘OMELET’ ON THE FIRST TRY- and nutella toast and blueberries…yum! I love you, mom. (She knew I was going to have a big day).
Because, the thing is, today was the last official day of sophomore year, my PE run, AND I would find out whether I got into ASB or not. Basically, bunches of big deals.
0 and 1st period pass by. 2nd period was my AP Art class- a bunch of seniors and juniors, and me, who worked together on the mural on the side of F building near the L building of GHCHS. Rachel, Arielle, and I were proud of our Martian Mountains and everyone else’s parts. We take group photos, stuff our faces with Ruffles, and laugh around outside in the hallways. I really do love my AP Art uh… “family”.
Nutrition was pictures and food, getting myself ready for a long, difficult run day. I began strong, then died around the middle and end. 11/12 laps was NOT my goal, but I must say, I’m pretty proud of myself for getting through it…I literally believed I was going to faint as I rushed to my 4th period English class. But I was ecstatic that I would never again have to take Physical Education for the rest of my life. THANK THE LORD.
4th period passes by, lunch comes around. Signing yearbooks and laughing around. I discovered my photo in the new student FONT magazine. A little awkward, but it’s nice overall. 5th period…D DAY, err, D PERIOD.
I was informed that letters stating whether or not people got into ASB were to be distributed during 5th period. I was a nervous wreck, constantly checking the door to see if Jackie Chong, or whichever ASB person, was coming through the door. Thank goodness for the party we had; brownies, cupcakes, all the good stuff with my favorite Disney movie MULAN being played! 20 minutes before the bell rings, I see my messenger. My heart was pounding out of my chest, my face got red, and honestly I had no idea if I were to get in or not. I’ll give a little bit of a backstory:
I believe about 20-30 people applied this year for delegate positions in GHCHS’s ASB (Associated Student Body- Leadership, pretty much). We all had to submit resumes, essays and go through an interview. Only about 4-6 people were to be accepted? Not sure. A month ago, I was called in for my interview, oh geez I was so nervous, thank you Lawrence for calming me down a bit. I felt as though I could’ve done so much better after I left the room, and honestly believed I wasn’t going to be accepted. Moving on…well basically I’ve always wanted to join ASB. I was incredibly dumb for not submitting my resume/essay the year before. I took the application but bailed out of turning it in. I was in Leadership in middle school for 2 years and I really wanted to be a part of it for next year!
Alright, so I get the letter. It’s folded 3-way, and I only open the first part, rushing to read it through. I read along and I swear, the first 3 sentences sounded like a rejection letter, and my face dropped. I reread it and I open the paper fully, all I see is “congratulations!”, and I start shrieking, blushing, and smiling. People cheer and I turn to see Melanie Janson across the room, with the same expression! We run, hug, and jump up and down. Lots of hugs, “congrats”s, and pictures. We excitedly chatter for the rest of the period, talking about the upcoming year and PROM OMG. Haha, I walk out the classroom, to where I usually meet Lawrence Yong to walk together for a few minutes. We’ve both been nervous about the ASB apps, as we both applied and wanted to get in. Not that I didn’t believe in him, but I didn’t know for sure if he got in, and I didn’t want to be happy about myself with him if he didn’t. Looking a little solemn, he walks and points a finger at me, and I immediately say “no, you first”. He refused and I quietly say that I got in. Then he says he did too! Amazing that 2 of my close friends got into ASB, and we get to share a class together next year, working hard for our fellow soon-to-be juniors.
As you can see, my day revolved around the acronym A.S.B., and I’m absolutely elated. A great way to end sophomore year. Now, I get to study for Finals this 3-day memorial weekend. Wish me luck!
And have a great day!
My family cheering and yelling in the car, listening to the Lakers game. Cursing Ron Artest then praising him once the final buzzer rings. Our entire family literally running up the stairs to the working television in my parents’ bedroom with 4 bags of McDonalds food in tow. Watching the ESPN replays and interviews huddled in front of the TV, stuffing burgers and fries in our mouths.
Life’s Good. Lakers’ Good.
A Professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
So the Professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The Professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous “yes.”
The Professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the space between the grains of sand.
“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else -the small stuff.
“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. “Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The Professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”” —(via fuckyeahconfidence) (via jessica-jl)
My best friend suffers from allergies to 17 different types of foods.
A while back, a boy asked me for a list of these foods.
That boy is now her boyfriend. He changed his entire diet just so he could kiss her whenever he wanted.
He vowed never to eat those foods again and so far hasn’t. His LGMH