Archives for the month of: June, 2012

A couple of months ago, I got my braces off!  It’s a really good feeling not having chunks of metal in my mouth 24/7.  I was getting really antsy towards the end because my sister had gotten her braces off months before I did, and I was honestly really jealous.  

So anyways, my orthodontist quickly replaced the metal in my mouth with…plastic!  In the form of removable retainers!  They’re not as bad as braces, but they do impair your speech and are a total hassle to deal with before and after meals.  And I, being a forgetful person, frequently misplace them after I take them out.  Luckily, I can easily find them after a little looking — on most occasions.

The other day, my mom, my sister, my grandparents and I went to a Korean BBQ place for lunch.  I was bragging to my mom about how I remember to wear my retainers on a regular basis whereas my sister doesn’t.  It wasn’t until 3 hours after our meal that I realized I had left my retainers at the restaurant, folded in a napkin.  My mom and I went back to the restaurant immediately to ask the waitress if she had seen them.  She hadn’t.  Then we asked if we could check the trash can.  The lady was hesitant at first — why let stranger dig through the trash? — but she could tell my mom was furious.  As was to be expected; retainers aren’t cheap, at around $250 for each of the two pieces.

The ladies at the restaurant were surprisingly accommodating, and it was nice of them to actually let us dig around in the big trash can in the kitchen.  

Luckily, after a few minutes of digging through half-eaten meals, leftover meat and decomposing rice, I found them.  Gross.

I went home and sterilized them about 20 times with rubbing alcohol and soap and toothpaste.

Don’t leave your retainers at restaurants.

~BTAS

 

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is finally over!

It’s actually extremely terrifying how quickly time goes by these days.  I still remember being 12 years old, thinking I had 6 years until college.  Now I have 2.

Now that I’m done with sophomore year, the pressure is starting to build.  I have to worry about the PSAT, the SAT, the SAT IIs, the AP exams, community service, and all that good stuff.  I started my blog when I was in 8th grade.  Though I was overwhelmed by everything at the time, things are so much more difficult now.  Scary.

I can’t wait until I’m done with junior year.  Senioritis sounds like a good kind of disease.

By the way, I’ll be posting one or 2 blogs every week for the next couple of weeks, before I go to Chinese immersion camp.  Yay!

~BTAS

The past few weeks, I’ve been dealing with the drama that resulted from a breakup.  Not my breakup, of course; two of my close friends decided to date each other about a month and a half ago, and as I predicted it would be, their breakup was devastating.  I could literally see this great schism within my friend group happen right before my eyes.

Moral of the story: when you date someone in high school, odds are you’re going to break up by the time you graduate.  So when you date someone in your friend group, you’re going to break up.  And then when you break up, your entire friend group is going to start feuding and you’ll have some major drama on your hands and your friends will slowly begin to hate you for causing it.  So don’t date in high school.

I’m kind of kidding about that.  It’s high school, you’re going to deal with drama all the time.  Dating’s fine and dandy when it’s not happening between two people in your friend group.  This situation has happened to me twice already, the first time being last year.  It’s not that fun.  And by “not that fun” I mean absolutely terrible.

It’s a good thing summer is coming up in a week.  I think we could all do with a break from seeing each other 5 days a week.  It gets seriously exhausting.

Speaking of summer, I’ll be going to a Mandarin immersion sleep-away camp for 4 weeks.  I know it sounds kind of scary, but I really do want to learn Chinese (read more in my previous post) and this is probably one of the best ways to do it.  I’m not sure I’ll be able to speak Chinese every waking moment of the day for 4 straight weeks, but I guess it can’t hurt to try.

Also, my Chinese friend recently pointed out that I have very undefined eyebrows.  This is true.  He says it’s a Chinese thing.  This is probably also true–can’t be sure, but he most certainly lacks eyebrows, and so does my dad.  Has anyone else noticed this?

Toodleloodlydoodlyloodleloo! (not entirely sure what that was)

BTAS