30 Day Senior Challenge
7. A time you cried (or felt like crying) at school.
I cried while we were stretching during 6th period p.e. sophomore year because of a *friendly dispute* which had taken place during lunch. It didn’t seem so bad at the time but I had space to think about it while we were stretching and then I just started crying. My classmates were nice and led me back to the locker room and tried to soothe me.
If my memory is not fooling me that was the only time I cried while at high school.
8. Favorite book you actually read for English class.
Probably The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien. It taught me of the importance of stories, and how to tell them and how to truly listen to them.
30-day senior challenge
Days 3,4,5,6 hahahah bc I’m super agitated with anticipation of exo it’s like too much caffeine let’s just gnaw through four days’ worth shall we:
3) Homecoming - what it meant to you and your memories of it
I decidedly dislike this prompt. The positive side to homecoming was that it was a time for each class to really bond (in a competitive sense). Homecoming sophomore year was pretty amazing - it was the only one I was super involved in for decorations. I remember I made a life-size kangaroo cutout. Man. But really homecoming was full of petty people who reneged on their promises and who loaded their responsibilities onto a couple of poor, able people and then who later basked in the glory along with those who actually did work. /Honestly I am guilty of this./ My final homecoming was pretty memorable too. I knew we were going to win, because we were seniors, and there was no reason for us not to win. But when they announced us as the winners, I still could not believe it. I started getting misty. It felt like the culmination of all four years. What the hell. We actually fucking won homecoming. What the hell.
4) The most trouble you’ve ever gotten into.
I’m guessing this is referring to high school (if it wasn’t referring to high school well hahah one time in second grade I — that’s a story for another day)
I really can’t remember. I might cause minor trouble or be troublesome or troubling but I never get into trouble. If you know what I mean.
Oh but once I got busted stealing jewelry. This was freshmen year ha. ha.
5) Your favorite teacher and how he/she has impacted you.
My favorite high school teacher would have to be a certain Mr. Miller, who was my literature teacher in both freshmen and junior year. I didn’t heed him much as a teacher (though I do respect him and could tell he loved what he did) and he had the most atrocious handwriting. But I think he really appreciated me and encouraged me in writing and just simply creating. He would get so excited over the little things. I always thought he was like Nick from The Great Gatsby and then Tobey Maguire went and played Nick and I just sobbed because Mr. Miller gives off the same aura of Tobey Maguire I kid you not. I gave him a set of Japanese bookmarks as a present for writing a letter of recommendation for me. He told me afterwards that when he had visited Japan the previous summer, he had pondered purchasing the exact set at NRT. For one reason or other, he had decided against it. Imagine his surprise when he unwrapped the present to find the exact same set of bookmarks —
Anyway, the point is that there’s some cosmic connections going on with us.
6) The best dance you ever attended.
I would have to say it’d be senior prom. Which occurred not more than a week ago. I went without a date, but I believe that is what made it all the better. The dance was held aboard the California Hornblower in San Francisco Bay. After dinner, the captain called us outside because we were going to go under the Golden Gate Bridge. The glow of day was just receding beyond the skyline, and the weather was quite blustery. Yet as we drew closer and closer to the bridge, I was just overwhelmed with the majesty of the whole thing. And there was a beautifully pale half-moon, and the thought that I was about to leave the place I loved most… and how the bridge had signified an ending to so many people… and the vast, open Pacific beyond… I don’t know I just started tearing up. Of course the wind was so chilling that it blew away all my tears. After dark, the wind died down. I was already exhausted from spending the afternoon taking photos, so I just huddled on the deck and watched the lights of The City and the Bay Bridge and the far end of the peninsula. It was so calm and peaceful and lonely but in the good sense. There was jazz music coming from inside, and I’m sure there were couples kissing in the dark. But that moment in time was simply magical. A certain stretch of melancholy city lights meandering from the top of the peninsula all the way down to the water will remain etched in my memory long after I leave these shores. I cannot wait until I can come home again.
30 Day Senior Challenge
/2 per day bc I’m running out of time/
1) First thoughts on going to college
The first thought which comes to mind is that I’ll be spending an awful lot of time in the air. Flying back and forth and to and from and so on. I tend to get airsick and just the whole air travel thing stresses me out. Though I do concede that there is something romantic about being a jetsetter. Fumerie and Chang’s model!AU really did it for me.
2)First memory of high school
It’s just a totally amorphous memory. Best friend Jiajia waiting for me outside the band room after school. You know. The long shaded row of willowy trees right outside idek. It’s a collective memory, I think. An amalgam of multiple incidences of the same routine. I remember our short hair back then and my glasses and braces hah. hah.