Dorms

Living in the dorms is an entirely new experience for me. I have always enjoyed the privilege of living in the small town where I went to school, but that has all changed for me. My family moved away while I had one last year of high school to complete. I made the decision to finish high school where I started, becoming a dormer to do so.

My first week was a lot of adjusting. Living on a campus in the town where I had grown up was the biggest challenge. Wanting to go out and do what I had always done before left me feeling incredibly bored.

Additionally, I felt lonely. My lifelong friends, family, and others were all gone. I still have people I enjoy talking to, but the dynamic of my life has changed completely.

I have noticed that changing my personal life to adapt to the dorms has become the best help when adjusting. I try to maintain a schedule and focus on both school work and personal growth.

While the changes are challenging, they are temporary and are a good preparation for college and life beyond high school.

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Life

The thought of college is the only thing giving me the will to live, but actually doing the work to go to college is doing the exact opposite. I feel like the amount of work that students need to do to go to college is obscene. We have basically dedicated the past eighteen years of our lives just to get into college. Life feels like a never-ending cycle of doing work to be rewarded with even more work and responsibilities. After I finish college then I have to find an even harder job. I feel like I’m just not really a person who wants to have to do that. I’m sure that some people like their job, but I swear that the majority of people feel like it’s a little torturous. The world wasn’t made for people to be stuck in a strict daily schedule, but to live spontaneously and be free. Jobs definitely make people grow, but they also make people close-minded, a little brainwashed. I’m excited to finish high school, but really scared of the rest of my life.

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hoco makes me loco

This weekend I’m going to my friend’s homecoming, and I’m just really stressed out. I forgot that she had invited me two months ago, so I ordered my dress a week ago. It arrived yesterday, which is two days before, and I kind of hate it. I have so much work that I need to catch up on, and I feel like homecoming is just going to take over my weekend. I also have no idea what time the dance starts and ends, and I really don’t like not having plans. We are supposed to get ready with a group of girls before, and I have never met at least half of them, so that’s probably going to be awkward. Even though I’m nervous, I’m still excited because we are getting ready at our friend’s house, who is now in college, as her sister is having people over to get ready. My friends and I have already claimed to get prepared in our friend’s room, which is in college, because it would honestly be disrespectful if someone else who wasn’t us got ready in her room. I am manifesting that everything goes well tomorrow because I just see a lot of things that could go wrong.

Throne of Glass

I love reading so much. I have never loved a book more than the Throne of Glass series. I recommend that book to anyone and everyone. I am reading the Everflame series now and it’s good but I’m having a hard time finishing it because nothing could ever be as good as Throne of Glass. I genuinely got through the whole 8 book series in 3 months which is weird because I have never liked reading until now. There are literally no days that I don’t cry about Celaena waiting for Sam in the Assassins blade. Anyway, here are some of my favorite book quotes from TOG.

“I am Celaena Sardothian and I will not be afraid.”

“Once upon a time in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a princess who loved her kingdom.”

“This girl wasn’t like wildfire – she was wildfire. Deadly and uncontrollable.”

“You do not yield.”

“To whatever end, Fireheart.”

“Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will always love you.”

“The world will be saved and remade by the dreamers.”

“It was all borrowed time anyway.”

“Nameless is my price.”

“She was fire, she was darkness, she was dust and blood and shadow.”

“You can not pick and choose which parts of her to love.”


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What I Will Do as I am Manifesting my Dream School Accepting

After blogs after blogs of hoping for this, I really do think I’m on the up and up at this point. Or, at the very least, I think of a lot of the troubles I had before as rather silly now. I’m back to my nonchalance, go with the flow persona, so here are some things I will go back to doing.

  1. Journal when I have time, not just whenever I’m in a cafe.
  2. Sleep properly. I’m not going to sleep till 11pm because it looks like a reasonable time for most people. Not if I’m spending all day yawning and stretching, having heavy lids the whole evening, until I stay up till 11pm again just to catch up on what I needed to do before.
  3. Use Soluna. It’s a mental health/self-improvement app that I’ve recently been recommended. It has mini motivational articles, options to reach out to coaches, but what I’m sure to use most are the tools they have. They have breathing exercises, white noise, etc. enhanced by visuals, which for whatever reason makes me feel more motivated to use them. Actually check it out if your in the 13-25 age range, it’s going to change your life.
  4. Remind myself what I really have. Yes, I need to be cautious when considering my future and what may limit it. And plenty of people like to hammer that point in. But honestly, those who find that much of a need to eulogize me to my living face must be haunted by their own demons in a way. Either they are desperate for me not to have the same fate, or they seek to fill me with the same despair they have. So no matter what, I’m going to be whoever suits me best.

Dear Sister

(This isn’t an actual letter I sent to anyone. These are just things I would like to say if they would be accepted)

Dear [no-name],

So far I already got into 4 UCs and one of them is a full ride, so please don’t tell me my only option is community college. Or that I was foolish for not applying to any beforehand. That, when I was worried about not being able to go to college at all, you said I was classist to expect what you’d gotten. And to be clear, I know you lied on the spot when you said you were smart enough to apply to community colleges at my age, since before you said the only colleges you got accepted to were UC Santa Cruz and Emerson. It would be a miracle if any community college were to reject someone like you, when they’re legally mandated to accept petty felons.

You might hope that you’d help me, but here are some ways I wish you’d help. I wish you’d understand that there are four years between the last time we actually lived together, and I’ve lived on my own the whole time. My high school experience has been much more open, you might even call it crunchy, than what you, our family, or even most of our people get to experience. That’s part of why I got different priorities than what you might consider natural. In fact, so many of my expectations on how humans work are shattered by the great people around me, because most people aren’t so Confucian that they deny themselves of experiencing joy or equality. They respect me and everyone else on the basis that we’re people. It’s not something that must be earned, and it’s not the opposite of preparing someone for the real world, or whatever you say to excuse yourself.

And since you tell me you never mean anything you say, then can you perhaps not take what our family and I say as personal attacks? Because no offense, but whenever you tell me I’m unprepared to be an adult, I feel you’re a pot and I’m the kettle in the situation.

Sincerely,

Me

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Golf

Lately, I’ve been really focusing on my golf game, and I can feel the improvement! I picked up golf during my sophomore year and, although I’ve played on and off, I’ve really dedicated myself for almost a year now. When I first started, I was shooting around 120 with a 33 handicap. Fast forward to today, and I have managed to bring that down to a 23 handicap. It might not be pro-level, but I’m proud of how far I’ve come. During my vacations, I’ve been training with my coach almost every day, working hard on my form. It’s made a huge difference, I’m also excited to be playing for my school again this Spring season. My next match is on April 2nd at Soule Park Golf Course. Hope my short game improves, especially chipping and putting. It will be crucial for me to at most 2-putt every hole to keep it under 100 in 18 holes. I will also need to be working with my driver on the slice it has gone better compare to the beginning but still got lots of space to work on.

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Clippers game

On Saturday, I went to an LA Clippers game with my school, and it was an unforgettable experience. I think it was my sixth Clippers game, but this one felt different because I was surrounded by my friends and classmates. As we arrived at the arena, I could feel the excitement in the air. Our seats were not the greatest, but the view was actually way better than I expected. We were lucky that most of the Clippers’ players were not injured besides Ben Simmons. It was a neck-to-neck game against the Sacramento Kings. I think there were 12 ties in total in the game. Kawhi Leonard ended the game with a left hook buzzer beater. the crowd went crazy when he hit the left hooker and won the game for Clippers with score being 111-110. After the game, we all went down onto the court after the workers had cleared out the court for us. We were all able to shoot a free throw. It was an amazing experience even though we still had school the next day, and we got back to the dorms late too. But that day will be an unforgettable moment.

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Junos

There is always at least one Juno in a person’s life. Someone who is their own worst enemy, because their worst enemy is hatred. Someone who may have everything lowly everyman could want but, whether from actual grievances or lack of worldliness, still finds cause to complain. If they’re under the thumbs of higher tyrants, I might be able to sympathize. If they didn’t also lash out against the few they have power over. They might proclaim themself a defender of men, a Hera Alexandros, but we hear the things they’ve done. Honestly, we wish we couldn’t hear them screech or moan for its own sake.

I’m a living human being, but even then I’m worried about the temptation to go down to their level. Maybe that’s part of the point, that they love company. But I’m in a relatively comfortable position, and have more support than I could ever ask for. I have a lot going for me and a lot to enjoy. I can go back to saying “yes” to opportunity, joy, the better part of myself. And why should I care about the curses Juno might send my way? If anything, I hope she gives Jove a piece of her mind and escape the millenia of myths she’s trapped in. It’s not very different from what her patrons must do.

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Sappho 31 Revived

(Yes, one of the reasons I want to learn Ancient Greek is to read Sappho in her original language. Yes, one of my goals in my life is to create a poetry collection building on all of her remaining fragments, with this being the first of its kind. I have priorities.

But since this is based on an original that has enchanted readers for literal millenia, check out a translation of Sappho 31 to fully see how I turn it inside out. The skeleton of my revival is mostly based on Anne Carson’s translations, but I definitely looked to others for inspiration.)

He seems to me a man who’d like to kill god
Whatever he is, sitting in front of you
Prowling to see any bent
To deconstruct who you are
But he’s sure he’ll sink into sweet legend


Your smile after is sweeter; but how is it
Even when he’s gone
My own tongue cracks. And every word’s drought. Fruitless.
Any peep from him puts the gall in my belly on wings
So when I look at you, even a moment
No speaking is left in me


If I see you next- a subtle fire will speed through my skin
He took my sight, he burst my ears
Already so your touch makes me seize and shake
Myself, or is that you?
But whatever I try to hold
I am still paler than grass, I am deaf from all of this buzzing
I am dead- or I seem to be at this rate


But what can be endured, can be recovered
As when I saw the sun-glades shimmer in human eyes
While speaking words stronger than bone, more resistant than sinew
Yet more sensitive than nerve and barer than skin
I remembered to see the poorer half that lives

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