Spring Sports Soon

With winter sports coming to an end, the spring sports are up ahead and I couldn’t be more ecstatic. Although the winter season seems to be the shortest of them all, it’s always a great action filled season and I enjoy every moment.

With Baseball on the way in spring I see no world where the Spuds aren’t making playoffs this year. Although losing some of our seniors was rough, the talent is still there and we got our guys ready to go this year. The first practice in on the 9th with the first game on the 19th, leaving us roughly 8 days of hard practice to get ready for our first game.

Last year was a great year, as I led the team to its only 2nd appearance in CIF round 2 in school history. We may have lost some seniors who were key pieces and 2 kids transferred away, but were not letting that get to us.

Every year the anticipation to play baseball in the spring gets more and more, and I think that’s because I keep falling in love with the sport. I also love winning, which I’m guaranteeing this year.

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Tea

My night cannot begin without boiling water and herbal tea. Before I let myself fall into a deep sleep, I have to prepare my nightly cup. It is a small routine, but it feels necessary. It marks the end of my day.

Most nights, I drink chamomile and lavender. Sometimes it is spearmint or jasmine. It really depends on the mood of the night and how the day went. Recently, I have been adding chlorophyll drops to my tea, turning it into a dark blue drink that feels like a mix of sweet dreams and detox.

On the nights when I cannot be bothered to heat water, I never sleep as well. Even if I am exhausted, skipping my tea makes the night feel unfinished. My body may be tired, but my mind does not settle in the same way.

I look forward to my bedtime tea every night. It is not just about the drink. It is about slowing down, being present, and giving myself a moment of calm before the day fully ends.

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A Perfect Weekend

I had quite possibly the greatest Sunday any man has ever had before. I woke up at around 9:30 and ate some brunch, where I found Mr. P. He told me he needed help on the baseball field, so after I went to the gym, we pulled weeds for 30 minutes.

After this, Archer and his mom came to pick up Ray, Mike, and me to play a round of golf at Soule Park. Even though I don’t work there anymore, the employees gaveme free golf and half off our lunch.

While on the course, we had a ball. Though the golf lacked in quality, it made up for it in laughs. I ended up shooting a 39 on the front nine with a birdie on hole 4 and an eagle on hole 5. That was special.

Archer began to get upset and blasted his TikTok for you page on the speaker instead of our music. It was at this point that we gave up, took our shirts off, and went downhill from here.

I ended golf on hole 13 when it got too dark. Luckily, my good friend, Isaac Thrope, was at the course too and played hole 13 against me for 20 dollars. I, of course, won with a par, and he lost with a double bogey.

Ended with dinner at Zaidees and went back to upper for some line dancing with the Ventucky Stompers. What a day.

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Black Hair

I’m usually not very impulsive. I always take my time thinking things out. Sometimes I take so much time it turns into overthinking, but last night couldn’t be more different. I’ve been contemplating dying my hair black for years now. I always find some worry or reason not to, though. My mom told me I should wait to get it done by professionals, but the waiting was what was shooting me down. The more time I had to think about it, the more I convinced myself it was a bad idea. Last night, as I was scrolling on my phone, the strongest urge suddenly hit me. I jumped up and called my friend to tell her it was happening. We drove to the store and bought dye, and just started painting the color in. I didn’t give myself the time to overthink it or back out; I just did it. Today I woke up with no regrets. I don’t know why I was so scared or why I didn’t commit sooner. I hope that this moment of impulsiveness will set me up to overthink less in the future. YOLO!!!

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Its Finally Done

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It’s finally over. I’ve applied to all the colleges and universities I wanted to. Now all I have to do is wait for the rest of my responses. The application process was not as bad as I thought it was, stressful yes, but when you get everything done, it feels accelerating and rewarding. 

Finishing the work required feels more rewarding than the actual reply from said universities. In my personal experience, getting the email saying “you’ve been accepted” hasn’t really done much for me emotionally. A couple of days ago, I received an email with my acceptance letter from a school in New York. I did not even realize I had received it until 24 hours later, and even then, I did not feel any acceleration. The only time I felt happy was when I saw the scholarship I received. 

In the upcoming emails, I hope I actually feel some over-the-top emotion and not just twenty seconds of mild happiness.

Complacent Divided

Hating is easy. Complaining about inconvenience is easy. Antagonizing the world is easy. Destroying in a tantrum is easy. But regardless of whether the hate is justified, it is in human nature to keep pursuing ease once exposed to and comfortable with it. And yet ease is rarely what we need.

Overcoming is hard. Fixing what’s flawed is hard. Understanding one another is hard. Giving the benefit of the doubt is hard. But recently, it seems as though people have become complacent with ease.

More than ever, I believe that we need to be more patient and willing to cooperate with one another. As much as I struggle with social interaction, it is an immovable truth that both my school community and the world at large are filled with people I constantly need to converse and engage with. So why are we so hateful? Why are we so quick to point fingers and pinpoint a single source of blame? Why do we not think twice about the things we say? Why can’t we meet halfway?

Of course, not everything in life works out as intended. No matter how much they try, some people may be inherently incompatible. But that highlights my point: we have to try. Despite our school’s exceptionally small student population, a lot of us don’t know each other particularly well. And yet, everyone is so quick to complain, assume, and accuse. If we are all forced to coexist and depend on one another, then we might as well try to understand one another.

How Many People Have Ever Lived On Earth?

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