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Hey everyone!  Last weekend was my school’s junior prom.  Someone actually asked me.  Crazy, right?

My mom took me to buy a dress the weekend before.  If you don’t know, I really don’t like shopping all too much—and even less when it’s for dresses of any kind, let alone prom dresses.  But I ended up finding a really nice, really simple floor-length tan dress (and on the cheap, shhhh).  I even went so far as to get my hair professionally done, which I’d never done before.  Now that cost more than the dress did.

One of my classmates hosted a pre prom event at his house, which basically involved finger foods and photos.  The moment I got there, my date’s mom came out like the paparazzi and took a million photos (no really, it was terrifying: she had her shutter mode set so that the camera took 8 photos per click).  My date won points with my parents by being 1) asian, 2) polite, and 3) nicely dressed.

Actual prom was held on a boat, which was pretty fun, and the food was so good.  Unfortunately, the guy who was serving me only gave me like, 3 tiny slices of steak, which was most certainly not enough.  So I forced my date to go back and get some more for me so that I wouldn’t look like a pig.  He was kind enough to actually do it.  Because I’m not all that into dancing, most of the rest of prom was spent hanging out and talking to my classmates and friends.  And that’s a lot more fun than it sounds, I promise.

After prom was…an experience.  This is my third post that involves the topic of alcohol, because there was so much alcohol at after prom.  Well, no, not at after prom.  In the limo on the way to after prom; kids were smart enough not to bring alcohol into the actual venue.  Unfortunately, this meant that many kids drank a lot in the extremely short amount of time it took to get to the venue, so people were drunk off there asses at after prom.  My date and I were playing it cool and kind of sitting back and laughing at all the drunk people.

Despite all of that, it was a fun night.  My date actually told me, “You know, I feel really accomplished now.  I never thought I’d make it this far in life.”  Funny guy.

Pics to come later!

~BTAS

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Every weekday at 7a.m., I – very grouchily – get dressed and munch on cereal, when I’d really rather be sleeping.  Why, you might ask?  I have to go to school!  At noon, rather than enjoy a delicious lunch with my friends, I hole up in the library, studying…for school.  When I get back home, I spend hours working on my homework that’s due the next day.  Sometimes, I stay awake until the early hours of the morning, frantically trying to study for that darned test that I forgot about or finish that essay.  

Even when I’m not at school, I’m surrounded by it: with all of my tests, assignments, and projects, I’m constantly swimming in a pool of school.  Almost constantly.  But when I’m not physically working on something school-related, I’m definitely thinking about something school-related.  This is junior year!  I have no time to be thinking about a social life!

…Well, I guess that isn’t entirely true.  I do have a lot of work, but it’s really important to find a balance between spending time with friends and doing work.  I think I would go completely insane if all I did was work, work, work.  But with my junior year coming to a close, I’m actually really worried about college.  My grades aren’t anything to be proud of, I don’t play a sport, and I’m really not involved in any clubs……

At this point, I think my parents have almost given up on me.  When your Asian mother starts telling you, “You can always go to community college!” – there’s something seriously wrong.   She might be okay with that, but I’m not.  I’m not!  Never!

And that’s the most pathetic part: I’ve set some really high standards for myself, and now that I’m struggling to meet them, I get very easily discouraged.  I guess “below the Asian standards” goes without saying at this point (I’ve been below the Asian standards for as long as I can remember now); the real issue now is that I’m below my own standards.  I have to work super hard!

On the up side of things, spring break is approaching, which means I’ll have plenty of time to……study.  

Joy…

#BTAS

Not like I even get invited to the big ones.  Last week, I went to a small get-together at my friend’s house.  The plan was for 5 or 6 of us hang out, play video games, eat pizza and watch horror movies.  Unfortunately, as is very often the case, things did not go according to plan: people heard about the event one way or another, so there ended up being many more people than we had hoped for.  Before things got hectic, we were happily watching Saw.  Then more and more people started arriving, and before we knew it we had a party of 15 people.  And there was alcohol.  

I was thoroughly surprised; the people who brought the booze were the people I’d least expected to drink.  For a while, there was just one bottle of vodka that got passed around.  I thought that was bad enough because there were only about 8 of us at the time, and I’ve seen some of them drunk.  Take me and a couple of my more responsible friends out of the equation and there are 5 people sharing a half-liter of vodka, without any perceivable plan to stop drinking until that bottle was empty.

I was almost relieved when more people started arriving, but like all the peaceful things in life, that relief was short-lived: somebody decided it’d be a fantastic idea to bring a huge (and I mean gallon-sized huge) bottle of spiced rum to the party.  

I wound up surrounded by drunk people – with the exception of the host and a few of my other friends – and boy was that an unhappy experience.  Before I knew it, one of my male friends was hitting on me and cracking a ton of kind of creepy, sexual jokes.  Another downed 11 shots of vodka (or so he says) in all of 40 minutes, and, football helmet on head (I don’t know where that came from), was completely prepared to launch himself down the stairs headfirst.  I found myself hauling him by his shirt away from the staircase, only to have him throw a hissy fit at me for stretching out his shirt.  

I felt kind of bad having to leave my host-friend and other sober friends there to fend for themselves in that sea of drunken stupidity, but I had promised my mom that I would be out until no later than 11pm.  To be honest, I didn’t know how much more babysitting upperclassmen I could take.  I can imagine this is how they might have turned out:

They say, “the more, the merrier,” but I must object: perhaps the drunk ones were happily incoherent for the short period of time before they found themselves lying in their own vomit, but I can honestly say that there was nothing merry about being one of those to watch after them.  Nothing merry at all.  

I would like to announce that I am alive and do not intend to abandon my blog. I feel terrible about not having posted in such a long time.  It’s been over two months since I last updated, and that’s absolutely unacceptable on my part.  

Now that I’m back from my 2 months off the face of the earth, I have a nice collection of things to tell you all about!  Between my commitments to my schoolwork, friends, family, and extracurricular activities, I’ve been pretty busy lately.  School and homework take up the majority of my time; while I procrastinate here and there, I don’t procrastinate nearly as much as I have in the past, so I can definitely say that junior year is a lot more demanding than sophomore year.  

I’ve also joined the robotics team at my school.  To be entirely honest, I had no interest in robotics at all, but I decided to check it out when my friends asked me to.  I ended up joining the team mainly because the majority of my close friends are on it, but as it turns out, robotics is actually really cool.  I’m very inexperienced and don’t understand the programming part of it, but now having gone to a robotics competition, I’m really beginning to like being a part of this nerd team.  It’s like the science fair all over again! I’ll write a separate post alllll about robotics.  Just you wait. 

Anyways, I know it’s been a while and this is really too short a post to compensate for lost time, but I’ll be better about posting consistently.  I promise.

~BTAS

 

I’m back from Chinese school, everyone!  After surviving a month of hardly any English and a ton of suffering, I have returned!

Actually, I’ll be honest here: I miss it a lot.  The schedule was always packed (we had something like 45 minutes of free time a day) and we were all required to sign a “language pledge”, which stated that we were not allowed to speak English unless the RAs or teachers allowed it.  It was a tough promise to keep — the temptation to speak English was always there and all-consuming — but for those of us who didn’t break it, the pledge was extremely beneficial to our learning experience.  I’m certain that, had I not been required to speak Chinese at all times, I wouldn’t.  I wouldn’t have even bothered to speak Chinese because of my undying fear of pronouncing things incorrectly or messing up grammar.  However, being in an environment where everyone was in the same boat and everyone was a little bit nervous about messing up, speaking the target language became a bit easier.  I found myself having an easier time than a good lot of my classmates.

Of course, I’ll miss my camp friends and classmates, too.  If it wasn’t for them, I’d have probably gone insane by the end of the first week.  Because I was placed in the level 4 group (4 out of 5, that is, and 4 and 5 was a split-level class), everyone in the class was learning, speaking, and writing at around the same level as I.  And since communicating with the lower-level students was challenging (it required a lot of effort to explain things to them without using English), I was always hanging around my fellow level 4 and 5 students.  I found that being around higher-level students was extremely beneficial to my language learning. My closest friends at camp were all in my class, and I found that we were able to communicate with each other much better as the weeks went by (maybe not so much because our Chinese was getting better and more that we were just getting better at figuring out gestures). 

  

One of the greatest things about the program is how diverse the student population is.  Most of my friends live on the east coast (New York, New Jersey, Florida), and a few of the students in my class are from Hong Kong.  They all showed so much enthusiasm in learning Chinese, whatever their ethnic background, and motivated me to try my best to learn. I’ve been keeping in touch with some of them over Skype, and I’m definitely thinking about going back next year. 

  

All in all, I had a great experience at MMLA.  My Chinese has improved tremendously — I can now speak some with my parents and grandparents. I’ll be sure to keep in touch with all of the great people I met!

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

Part of what makes me so “whitewashed” is that I don’t speak Chinese. I had a private tutor to teach me Chinese for a few years when I was younger because I was too self-conscious to learn in a classroom setting. I dropped the language altogether when I entered middle school.

Boy, do I regret it.

It kind of sucks for me to not be able to communicate with my grandparents. Actually, I guess it’s not that I can’t communicate with them — they do speak decent English — but it goes without saying that their first language is Chinese, and it’s hard to have really comprehensive conversations with people when they don’t speak your language fluently and you sure as hell don’t speak theirs fluently. It’s a language barrier, and it complicates things.

Anyways, for 4 years I went without formally learning Chinese at all. At the beginning of these 4 years, I was mighty happy about that; Chinese lessons sucked because I had to do homework. Ew. So I went along, happily speaking my English and not letting the fact that I couldn’t speak Chinese bother me. I took a real pride in being able to speak and understand English well, and I thought that was enough.

But there came a time — about a year and a half ago or so — when I realized that the fact that I couldn’t speak a second language was lame. I learned Japanese at school for two years because my school didn’t offer Chinese, but I never got fluent. Heck, I’ll be lucky if I can remember how to say “hello”. And then I had all of my Chinese-American friends since elementary school speaking Chinese to each other. You know what was mortifying? When they’d try to include me in their Chinese conversations and I would just stand there and pray to God that they wouldn’t find out that I hadn’t the slightest clue what they were talking about.

So here I was, a few years of Chinese and a couple of years of Japanese under my belt, feeling sucky that despite having studied 2 foreign languages, the only language I was comfortable with was English.

I only started learning Chinese again over this past summer. I took a course designed for “heritage speakers” (which I wasn’t and am not, but my mom insisted I take the class anyways), and I did my best to keep up with all of the real heritage speakers. Of course, there were a couple of kids there who knew even less than I did — wow — but it was still pretty awkward to be hearing the teacher talking and not understanding. It was a lot of trial and error. But I actually got a lot out of it.

I’m taking Chinese at my school right now. Am I fluent? Nah. Can native speakers even understand me? Probs not. But it’s a step. I’m going to be fluent one day. I promise.

LURV,
BTAS.

P.S: Yes, the “listening” thing is a joke. Kind of. I really am listening to it now.

My mom told me about how shallow my last post made me seem, and I apologize. A lot of people don’t understand my sarcastic sense of humor, which is perfectly understandable because I tend to overdo it. Just to clarify, I am friends with all sorts of people. It really doesn’t matter how awesome or boring their lives are, so long as they’re not jerkfaces. The point of the post was really just for me to complain about how uneventful my life has felt the past few weeks.

Today, instead of dwelling on how boring my life is right now, I’m going to begin detailing the less depressing tidbits of my life, starting from the present and working backwards to middle school. I hope doing so will provide insight into the convoluted way in which my mind works.

I spent yesterday with my good friend Ali. I love spending time with her; because I don’t see her very often these days, I jump on every opportunity to bask in her genius rays. My mom thinks I idolize her a little bit too much–again, this is just her not understanding my sarcastic humor. I love all my friends and I will always speak of them very highly, but it’s not like I worship them or anything. I don’t build a shrine to each one of them and pray to them by candlelight every night. I promise.

One of the things that made my decision to leave my old school (which I had attended from 7th-9th grade) for my new school easier is that some of my best friends were leaving, too.  Ethan, the super-crazy-amazing-awesome-random-funny-weird-gross artistic genius, was ditching us for boarding school.  The rest of us who were not going to boarding school tried to make the most of the few months time we had left to spend with him, but we had all secretly demoted him to “boarding school snob” in our minds.

And Ali–brilliant, witty Ali–Ali was leaving, too.  But she was not going to boarding school.  She was going to college.  As a 10th grader, of course.

While I miss all of my old friends terribly, I don’t feel like I’m standing in the shadow of my brilliant friends anymore. With my 7th-9th grade friends, I looked like an idiot whenever I did anything that fell short of their expectations. Now it’s back to how it was before I met them: I just look like an idiot all the time.

I’m hoping to stop making my old friends the focus of my posts and start telling actual stories about how much of an idiot I can actually be, because trust me, I can be a total idiot.

Cheerio!
~hedgehog

that I’m just BETTER than everyone else, and I can do ANYTHING. Cuz I’m a genius.

I’m kidding. Genius? Haaaa. There really aren’t many geniuses in the world. I’m not kidding. I’m sure we all have that one kid in our math class who just nails every problem and understands every concept and aces every test…and hey, maybe some of them really are geniuses. I don’t know. But I doubt it–if they were geniuses, they would not be in the same class you’re in. Unless you’re a genius.

Take my friend George, for example. He’s cool. He’s ridiculously smart. I mean, I thought I was smart–I’m a freshman in Honors Trigonometry, which is 2 levels above grade level–but this guy switches into my trig class and starts totally humiliating the rest of us. Seriously. He’s wiping the blackboard with our faces, the way the teacher worships him. It’s the same way in our chemistry class (again, I’m ahead: chemistry is normally only offered to 10th grade students): he’s got the teacher wrapped around his finger. Do I admire him? Sure. Am I jealous of him? Oh yes.

So a few months ago, Georgeh took this competitive math assessment available only to teacher-recommended students called the AMC 10. Our math teacher signed him up for it (no surprise), and George went in to the test quite confidently (again, no surprise). For months before the test, George made a big deal of studying for it by showing off his EXTREME MATH SKILLS to the rest of the class. To be honest, I don’t think the rest of the class could have given less of a crap about George’s EXTREME MATH SKILLS, but he proceeded in making a show of his giant math textbooks nonetheless.

About a month ago in our math class, George sat down in the seat in front of me (his usual seat), clearly bothered by something but waiting for me to ask him about it. Being the good friend I am, I asked, “What’s up?” George replied, “So, I got the score back for the AMC 10.”

With as little interest in this as I had for his EXTREME MATH SKILLS, I reluctantly said, “Oh, really? Cool. What’d you get?”

To which George responded, “A ninety-eight.” This did not surprise me. I was actually kind of pissed that he had the nerve to sit down in front of me and brag.

Irritably, I said, “Cool. That’s awesome.” Then, sarcastically: “I KNEW you were a genius.”

“I got a ninety-eight out of a hundred and fifty,” George corrected me. Then he smiled. I smiled back. In my eyes, George became…like, HUMAN. He’s not the creepy computer I had previously thought of him as. Now he’s a friend, our friendship based on the fact that neither of us are, in fact, geniuses.

(Actually, my IQ is CLOSE to genius level. But it isn’t; I blame ADHD (always always always blame ADHD).)

Honestly guys, there’s always gonna be someone out there better than you are at something. And then there’s going to be someone better than that person. So don’t get so caught up in this little “I HAVE TO BE BETTER THAN MY FRIENDS IN MATH” thing, because even if you ARE better than your friends are in math…you’re nothing. I’m kidding. (just kidding, I’m not kidding. no offense.)

Cheeers! (:
ABC

OHK, so I don’t have too many goals for the summer, as you guys know. But one of the very few goals I did plan to achieve was to update my blog daily. MISSION: FAILED.

So here’s my post for today. I’m not gonna guarantee that you’ll be seeing one tomorrow (in fact, the chances of that are quite slim), but I certainly will make an effort. I’m really hoping I can work this blog into a routine or something.

Anyways, it is now officially SUMMER.  I’ve been out of school for a good 4 weeks now, but man, it hasn’t felt like summer until today.  It’s been pretty chilly and gloomy around here lately, so that’s thrown me out of the swing of things a bit.  So when the heat gets up to 90 degrees today, it’s goodbye, jacket, hello sunshine.  Hel-lo pool.  Helllllo tank top and shorts.  Hello flipflops.  And my personal favorite: hello laziness.

Cool days always make me feel like I have to do things to prevent myself from being bored, but for some reasons, hot  days make me feel like I’ll never, ever, ever be bored and I can pretty much laze around the house and fall asleep any day and everyday.  I wasn’t very productive today, even with my buddy Eesechay over, partly because I just wanna lie in the sun, close my eyes, and sleeeeeep.  The pool woke me up a bit, though.  It was the first time I’d really been swimming in 2 years.  

Unfortunately for me, those lazy days don’t last forever, and God knows that I still have things to get done.  I have classes on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday of every week, so I still need to get my lazy butt out of my bed and get ready.  But with my wardrobe still packed with winter/spring clothes, what on Earth am I supposed to wear?

The answer: shorts and a biggg tee.  Just cuz I’m too lazy to wear anything else.

A friend pointed out to me that I’m not exactly the most fashionable person around, even when it’s not Summer.  That’s true; I’d wear shorts and a big t-shirt everyday, if I could.  I’d wear a sweatshirt and jeans in the winter.  I don’t, though.  But fashion-lovers out there, don’t breathe a sigh of relief quite yet: my style consists mainly of button-down shirts and jeans.  

I’m cool with that.

While some girls out there are flipping over summer sales and the latest trends, I’m not flipping over anything.  I’m too lazy.  And I’m cool with that, too.

Questions? Comments? Post away!

~hedgehog