My sport

Throughout my 15 years of life, I have tried countless sports. My siblings are athletic, and sports have always come easy to them, but it hasn’t been easy for me. To be honest, I’m pretty unathletic. I have tried countless sports and continue to be mediocre at all of them. Both of my brothers have dedicated their lives to basketball, and both are successful; they have both played club and competitively. My parents put me in a basketball league when I was younger, and I wasn’t that bad, but I was definitely not great. I watched a soccer movie and begged my parents to sign me up for soccer, so they did but they also signed up my brothers. My brother ended up starting on his team and being the lead team scorer while I spent my time on the bench. I then picked up surfing as a hobby during quarantine. I struggled a lot at first but after months of practice, I  was ok. The thing about surfing is I truly enjoyed it and I continued to surf for months. One day I decided to bring my brother with me and it came so naturally to him. He stood up like it was nothing on his 3rd wave ever.  Growing up I never liked to lose. I was raised in a competitive household, to say the least, everything was always a contest to who could be in the car first to who could finish dinner first.  Growing up my parents emphasized the importance of being academically smart and my whole life till covid I was always a straight-A student. During covid my parents homeschooled me and I began to fall behind. The lack of social interaction was hard for me, as I am a very social person. When I returned to OVS in 8th grade I fell far behind getting my first ever C and failing Spanish which had come easy to me my whole life. As always I was listening to Taylor Swift and I began to relate to the lyrics of “This Is Me Trying”. If you haven’t listened to the song I highly suggest you do. I used to struggle watching my brothers quickly and easily succeed at things that took me so long to become mediocre at but after hours of reflection and of course Taylor Swift I soon realized everyone has something they’re good at. Mine may not be school or sports but one day I will find it and till then I’ll cheer my brothers on and continue to be mediocre at sports and okay at school.

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Experiencing Girlhood

Girlhood is so pure. It is the feeling of sitting in silence on your floor going through your camera picking what photos to post on Pinterest. It is the feeling of turning off auto-capitalization on your phone. Girlhood is beautiful. It is doing everything on the floor- homework, getting ready, even eating- rather than sitting on a chair. Somehow, the floor is more inviting. Girlhood is dying your hair blue with the help of all the friends you made in college, and it turns out terrible, but it was not really about the end product at all, just the experience. Girlhood is borrowing clothes and switching outfits with each other when one outfit feels better for that person’s vibe. It is friendships that consist of talking all night long or watching Gilmore Girls until someone ends up falling asleep. It is a universal experience that women of all ages experience. Nothing beats the feeling of tanning all day at the beach and then getting a nice cold treat after. Or the feeling of becoming friends with someone because they complimented your outfit. Girlhood is simple, but yet impactful. The debriefs, the coffee chats, and even the 3-5 pm naps, it is all part of girlhood. It is using the restroom together at a party and holding their hair back when they throw up. It is supporting them through everything and working together to write texts that will either damage you forever or get you to fall in love with them. It is painting your fingers dark cherry red and taking pictures of the sunset. Girlhood is getting a beverage at a cafe and always taking candid pictures of your friends. It is uploading photos from your digital camera at the end of the day and sending them to everyone, waiting excitedly to see their reaction. Girlhood is messy, it is painful, and it is colorful.

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Egg tarts

My favorite food is egg tarts.

I could do my capstone project on egg tarts. I could genuinely research different types of egg tarts for a year and then bake them. 

So far, Portuguese egg tarts (picture below) are my favorite because the puff pastry is flaky and crispy. Hong Kong egg tarts are good too, but I prefer the flaky western tart crust. Also, Hong Kong egg tarts don’t brown on top like Portuguese tarts.

Apparently, English egg tarts are also a thing, but they’re definitely less well-known, so I would guess they are not as good.

I’ve been craving egg tarts ever since I saw an Instagram reel with egg tarts in it, so I am going to Trader Joe’s today to see if they have frozen egg tarts. If they do I will buy a lot.

UPDATE: I spent the whole day looking for some today and didn’t find any. There was no egg tarts at Whole Foods, Trader Joe’s, Westridge, or Seafood City, which is really sad. Apparently, Trader Joe’s sells Portuguese tartlets with COD though. fish. You can buy egg tarts in LA, but that’s far.

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Big Step

The summer after 9th grade in my home country I made the biggest decision of my 15 years of life. It was the decision to come to the United States. What I wanted to do, was to get an education in the United States and go to college. I first became interested in studying abroad when I went to Australia for a week in 5th and 7th grade to attend a local school. I was shocked by the cultural differences there. The technological advances, the teaching styles, everything was new and fascinating. My parents are very supportive of what I want to do. I was very blessed with my surroundings, and I was a little sad to leave my school in Japan. However, I was more excited about my new life. When I arrived at my current school, it was during the Covid pandemic. However, my mother came with me to the United States. I felt sad to be away from my family, even though it was the path I had chosen. But more than that, I was surrounded by wonderful friends and teachers, which made me realize that my decision was not a mistake. I was sure that this big step would enrich my life.

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An Unforeseen Feat

This past Tuesday, the girl’s Varsity volleyball team emerged with a fortuitous victory in their first game of the season. Such a triumph was overall unexpected, considering the team’s prior readiness. As of Monday morning, a day before the game, the Varsity and JV teams were not specified to us, the players. So, on Monday afternoon practice, we got our jerseys, established our teams, practiced serving, hitting, and setting for the first time this year, and went through the entire lineup and rotation. All the while, our coach was mostly dealing with the JV team and helping them do bumping drills. All considered, the odds were not looking in our favor. Fast forward to the next day during the game, the first set we lost. That one was expected. Then, however, we unexpectedly pulled out a win for the second set. Maybe we were still in it….The following two sets were finished in the same order of which team won. Now it was two sets to two, and a tie-breaker game to fifteen points was ensuing. Compared to how we were acting during the first set, this was serious now. We had put so much effort into winning this game, we weren’t going to walk up our own hill to dinner in defeat. In an exciting final match to fifteen, we ended up winning sixteen to fourteen. We did it, when no one on or off the team thought we could. After a total of three long, strugling hours, we dominated our first match, and hopefully it sets the tone for the many rest of the games to come.

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Reflecting

Since we have been back at school so far, a lot has happened. The first week of school consisted of meeting an incredible amount of new people from all grades, getting back into dorm-living, and and having an overwhelming amount of homework. There was a camping trip last week, and now we are just approaching the end of the second academic week. I’ve been loading my plate up a lot recently, and I’m not quite sure if its the right thing to do. However, this stressful-ish energy has been motivating, in a way. It’s exciting because it reminds me of how many opportunities that high school can provide.

However, I feel as if school has been rushing past me all too quickly. I’ve been to many schools in my life, and lived in many places. It feels sometimes as if my life is on autopilot and I cannot slow down. Only yesterday does it feel like I was scrappily coloring, eating my peanut butter and jelly sandwich that had been tossed around in my bag, and coming home begging my parents to have more time to play Minecraft. Now, I’m held up to a standard, where everything in my life is more complex.

I know, thats quite literally what growing up is about, but I feel like it has all gone by too quickly. I might never get back living in such simpler times, where the only thing to worry about was what color crayon I was going to use, but I will always appreciate and feel grateful for how those moments shaped me and led to me becoming the person who I am now, and who I will continue to become in the future.

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To my sister

You are the most important person in my life. 

Sometimes, the more you discover about a person, the less you like them. The more I discover about you, my little sister, the more I admire you. You have a capacity for kindness that I aspire to have one day. You are always there for me, whether it is to help me put away the dishes or to hug me when I cry. 

I try to comfort you too. You cry more than me, but I also cried a lot when I was nine. I think that at some point, you will find out that while your emotions and feelings and distresses are valid, some things are not worth your tears. You will find that some things are there not to knock you down but to build you up, and you will find that you are so much stronger than the things that aim to knock you down. You will find that when opinions will differ from yours, there is an opportunity to learn rather than a cause to feel hurt. You will find that when life throws difficulty at you, you are not the only one in the world who has difficulties. I don’t mean that lessens your challenges, but rather we are all, in the wise words of Mr. Alvarez, slaying dragons. Together.

However, this is not something I can tell you, I think. I think you will come to your own conclusions, in your own way, in your own mind, in your own time.

I believe in you!

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First trip #amazing

I didn’t want to go from the start. I knew what was coming. The trip roster did not make me feel optimistic about the upcoming camping trip. Once we arrived Josie and I struggled to set up the tent and once it was up, after Ms.Wachter had to step in and help, we sat inside with disbelief. The two of us were already wanting to go home. We didn’t want to be with anyone else on the trip and both missed our own room. The first night passed and the next day consisted of a small hike of about a mile and a half long and me trying to sleep to make the hours go by. Sleeping during the day proved not to be a good idea when I woke up covered in sunburns. The next morning, things got even worse. I turned over, saying something to Josie, when she stopped me and brought attention to the current status of my eye. I brought my hand up to feel my eye and quickly realized it was swollen shut. After this discovery, I finally noticed how distorted my depth perception and sight had become. Another great addition to the trip. Luckily, Mr.Weidlich was nice enough to contribute his sunglasses to help alleviate some eye pain and reduce my having to aggressively squint in the sun, further shutting my eye. Slowly the hours inched by and soon enough I found myself sitting on the bus driving home. Finally.

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Camping Trip

A week ago, everyone at school had the pleasure of going on a camping trip. At first, I was annoyed and upset that there was a four-day camping trip during the second week of school. I already had a very overwhelming first week of school, pulling two all-nighters, and getting about three hours of sleep every night. The only part that I was looking forward to was that one of my really good friends was going to be on the trip.

When we arrived at the campsite at Kern River, it was extremely hot. My tentmates and I were overheating as we were building our tent, so we chose to jump into the river. I assumed that the river there would be pretty calm. Once we went into the water, we were getting slammed into rocks, zooming down the water as we were trying to get out. The whole camping trip everyone would just go into the river and one day we even had the privilege to go rafting.

The camping trip gave me some great memories. I was able to go rafting for the first time and experience the strong river water. I also got closer to people while also having a chance to relax and sleep after a very intense first week.

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all the things I am grateful for

There are so many things I am grateful for every day of my life, and it is so important to look back on your life with gratitude. I am grateful for my time at OVS and the family I have here. I am grateful for my teachers who care about me and want me to continue to get better. I am grateful for my mom who supports me in every decision I make and is always on my side. I am grateful for my dad who pushes me to be my best and makes my dreams possible. I am grateful for my grandparents who keep my whole family close and are the most generous people I’ve ever met. I am grateful for all of my opportunities and all of the things that are laid out in front of me, and I am grateful for all of the things I have worked so hard for.