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Hi everyone!  For over four years now, I was a blogger by the same name on Xanga.  If you haven’t heard already, Xanga was suffering financial issues and was going to shut down last month—that is, until it held a fundraiser to start up Xanga 2.0.  Unfortunately, being able to blog on the new Xanga means paying a fee of $48 a year, and that’s simply not possible for an unemployed high school student like me.

So as I was transferring all of my old Xanga posts over to WordPress, I had the opportunity to look over them again—and boy, are some of them cringeworthy.  I was really tempted to just straight-up delete them  didn’t quite have the heart, so if you’d like to read over some hilariously embarrassing posts from the dark days that I call “my middle school years”, you may.  Although seriously, they’re embarrassing.

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Actually, never mind, guys.  Please don’t read my old posts.

Anyway, I like the interface of WordPress so far!  I could never really give a reason as to why I chose to start blogging on Xanga, but it was the first blogging community that I came across so I just rolled with it even when I knew there were better platforms out there.

I’m looking forward to writing more and discovering other neat things about WP!

~BTAS

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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

 

Parent-teacher conferences and I do not get along.

I have a bad history with them. It started off in 4th grade, when my split-class 4th/5th grade teacher told my parents I hadn’t turned in my poster about the human digestive system. I’d forgotten about it until the day it was due. Wow, the car ride home was not fun.

In 5th grade, my 4th/5th grade teacher told my parents that I had not completed my chapter summaries for the book, Joey Pigza. I didn’t know the due date until–what do you know?–the due date. I clearly recall locking myself in the bathroom bawling my eyes out for two hours upon getting home.

In 6th grade, my ancient civilizations history teacher kindly informed my parents that I had a D in his class because I did not turn in my notebook for his periodic notebook check. The reason I did not turn it in is because I lost most of of my notes from his class because most of them were on loose-leaf sheets of paper rather than actually in the notebook. I was a wreck.

In 7th grade, my honors English teacher told my parents that I had a D in the class because I was receiving zeroes on multiple homework assignments. Funny how I’d actually completed them and just forgot to turn them in. My parents were relentless in their scolding.

In 8th grade, my Geometry teacher told my parents that I had a C in the class because I was doing poorly on tests, which was a first for me. I bombed the first two tests of the semester because I didn’t realize I had them until he handed them out in class and I thought, I’m screwed. My mom stayed up with me until early morning to make sure I was caught up on all the material.

In 9th grade, my Japanese teacher told my parents that I was not turning in my homework assignments. My parents were not happy. On top of that, my honors chemistry teacher told my parents I was not turning in homework assignments. My parents were furious. I made plans for my funeral on the way home.

In 10th grade, my honors English, AP European history, Biology, and music teachers told my parents I was at the top of my class. I was happy about this. Then I learned that my AP Calculus teacher told my parents I had a B- in her class because I had missed several homework assignments. And my Chinese teacher told my parents I had an A– in her class because I had missed almost all of my homework assignments. Oh boy.

I don’t like parent-teacher conferences. Much as I try, I can never pull my act together enough for my parents to hear nothing but good news from my teachers. My mom and I were discussing this today. She said that I was at the top of some of my classes, but I needed to work on Chinese and Calculus. I told my mom (half-jokingly) that I was at the very bottom of my Chinese class with my A–. This is funny because there are only two of us in the class.

Working on getting it together. I’m just not motivated enough…

LURV,
Hedgehog

Seriously. Not really. But I am in such dire need of a life that I am writing about it, and that’s pretty sad.

This is going to sound terribly creepy, but whenever I meet a person, the first thing I do is evaluate how much of a life he or she has. I like to surround myself with people who have cool (but not really cool) lives, so I can feel somewhat important myself.

Here’s how I decide whether or not a person has a life:

“Hey, so what are you doing this weekend?”
“Hitting the books.”

Boring, okay. Boring. Like me.

“Really? That’s all?”
“Well, my band might have a gig on Saturday night, but that’s still being decided.”

…Maybe not. He’s in a band. Got it. Maybe not boring. Kind of cool maybe. But it’s just a maybe so he’s only maybe cool.

“That’s really cool! What do you play?”
“Um…Harmonica.”

Harmonica? Who plays that? That’s pretty awesome. Okay, this guy’s not so bad. Maybe we can be friends.

“Wow, I don’t know anyone who plays harmonica. That sounds like a lot of fun.”
“Yeah, it’s tough to learn. Like any instrument, though.”
“Definitely. How was your winter break?”
“I was in Africa for the entire two weeks, which was awesome, but I didn’t get any work done.”

Africa. Too cool. Little bit too cool.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Africa! What were you doing there?”
“I was there to support a water filtration system. You know, because a lot of African kids get diseases from drinking lake water.”

What? Too cool. Way too cool. I feel like a lazy blob. Too cool.

At this point, the conversation ends because I’m feeling a little too boring and a little too lazy-blobish. But let me tell you, if I had to continue the conversation, it might end up something like this:

“You suck.”
“What?”
“I hate you.”
“Why the heck do you hate me?”
“Because you suck and you’re too cool and I hate you.”

And then I would walk away.

The only thing worse than having no life is being an Asian with no life in a private school filled with rich people with super outrageous lives. Somehow, people expect me to be some sort of genius ninja sushi-chef. I like to exaggerate stories in order to make myself seem less like a not-smart not-ninja horrible-chef Asian.

And they wonder why I lie so much.

More on this later.
Love,
Hedgehog

While I was writing yesterday’s post, my brain started spazzing and I could not stop writing. Like, I’d finish one train of thought, and then I’d start another, and another, and another, and another.  Luckily, I realized that I was really, really rambling, so I chopped off about half of it and whatever was left was what you got to read.  The funniest part is that none of what I had originally written was important in the least; I was writing because I felt like writing.

…I think I’d better start updating more often, or I might go completely insane.  So my goal for the summer, among other things, is to update my blog daily.  Hopefully you won’t mind if you get 2-sentence posts every once in a while ^^

On an entirely different and random note, I went to watch Eclipse (part of the Twilight Saga) with my friend Lucky (not her real name).  I didn’t go to watch it because I was desperately looking forward to seeing it or anything; I went to watch it because I was dead tired from my psychology class, and I figured that I hadn’t seen Lucky in a while, so it couldn’t have been too bad.  The other option would have been to watch the (as she so delicately worded it) “wack-Asian” movie, The Last Airbender (which I honestly wouldn’t have minded watching, if not for the terrible reviews and the fact that it lacked Asian actors–hence the “.  Lucky and I decided that Eclipse seemed a more mature option, anyways).  The Last Airbender does not meet the Asian standards. At all.

Watching Eclipse with Lucky was an experience, seeing as she happens to be a die-hard Jacob/Taylor Lautner fan.  I watched Twilight with my mom, which was a totally and completely awkward ordeal because of the random make-out scenes between Edward and Bella.  I watched the second in the series, New Moon, with my school friends Fish, Phayle, Circle, Beta Foof, Barwelro, Eesechay, and Fish’s cousin (who does not happen to have a nickname and who therefore will not be named at all.  ‘Hedgehog’ seems normal in this lineup), and we had went to watch it purely for the purpose of ridiculing it (in the beginning, the rest of the audience laughed at our jokes, but towards the middle, a few of them began telling us to shut up. Which we did not).  So Eclipse with Lucky was different.  Very, very different.

For me, the movie was most definitely not the highlight of the evening.  It was more fun when we were waiting outside, waiting for Lucky’s dad to pick us up from the theater and taking tons of stupid-looking pictures:

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So there’s me, with my fail-attempt at acting Asian, because I’m so white-washed I’m pretty much not Asian 😛

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Me and Lucky.  This was actually before the movie, so…I lied. Sorry.

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BWAHAHAHAHAHA. This was such a stupid picture.  I was kind of just leaning against the lamp post, and Lucky snaps a pic.  So I tried to get her back, but she actually posed for the pic. 

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Me squishing the liony thingy.

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…She completely caught me off guard. I think I realized what she was doing a little too late, so in my failed attempt to smile, I ended up..sticking…my tongue…out…?

 I don’t have this kind of fun with my friends from school.  Don’t get me wrong; I love my friends and all the crazy things I do with them…but that’s a different kind of fun.  The kind of fun I had with Lucky was the girly, “ohmygosh!” kind of fun, while as my school friends are not girly at all.  The past couple of years, I’ve really hidden my girly side because I thought that being a tomboy would be so much more fun, when in reality, I really needed to incorporate both the “ohmygoshtaylorlautnerishotttt” (which he is so notttt) side of me and the “i’msocoolbeingalltoughandrandom” side of me.

Not saying I’m going to start being girly in school, because I’m not.  Girl moments are reserved only for my girly friends.

So share your experiences with writing, spazzing, girliness, tomboyness, and The Twilight Saga! Haha, but if I end up getting 100 comments telling me how great Twilight is, I will probably go and commit suicide in the corner.  Kidddinnngggg 😀

See ya tomorrow!

~hedgehog

OH, and for those of you who wanted to know about how I did in the State Science fair, I’m sorry to say I got absolutely nothing. Nope. Zip. Zero. Nada. Missed my state testing for the fair, had to suffer through interviews for about 5 hours, had to wear a very very very uncomfortable suit for the judging, and then….what? I get nothing.  Not even an honorable mention.  I’d love to tell you that the comptetition was tough and that there were a lot of projects in my category, but I cant, because there was a grand total of 17 projects in my category.  With 4 rankings and 2 honorable mention slots, you’d think I should have won something, huh? I wonder if it had something to do with the fact that 2 other people happened to have the exact same project as I did?

Goes to show that I am nowhere close to meeting those dreaded Asian standards.  But good luck to the rest of you, regardless of whether or not you’re Asian.

So most of you out there know what Asians are like, regardless of whether or not you are one yourself. Asian parents push their kids hard to do well in school, Asian teachers are strict, and Asian students are–in case you haven’t noticed–probably some of the best students. Generally, the Asian culture is very academics-oriented, and once an Asian is set on something, they’ll take it very seriously. Most likely. If you’re a stereotypical Asian.

I don’t know if being a stereotypical Asian is a good thing, but one thing’s for sure: I’m definitely not one of them. I’m not super-neat. God knows I’m not a straight-A student. I believe that I am a pathological liar (to which my parents will happily agree).

But then there are good things to being a non-mainstream Asian (oh mah gaud, I know. AMAZING). For instance, I realize that I’m more extroverted than most Asians are (and this I would know, considering my school is like, 75% Korean. I swear xDD), meaning I have pretty good communication skills and I’m charismatic, I think. I play basketball. I love to draw. I have awesome, crazy friends who aren’t Asian (a shock to even myself, considering most of my friends in the past have been Asian). These things I love about myself. These things I’ll never change.

That about wraps up my mini-rant thing.  Not much more to say about myself here, but you can be sure that you’ll be hearing from me as soon as I have enough energy to think (three basketball games and a science fair, all in one weekend).  Read read read! And drop comments or questions if you have any! ^^

Oh, and just a quickie: I am officially changing my name to Hedgehog.  Well, not officially.  Just call me that from now on, ok? ^^

Thanks guys!
Hedgehog

Hey world, I am BelowtheAsianStandards, formerly Amricnbrnchnese. It’s funny; I’ve gotten a number of complaints saying that, for some reason, all Asians announce their Asianness in their screen names and that it’s extremely annoying. So here’s to those who feel that way–an Asian screen name just for you ❤

Kidding, kidding, of course. Sharp-tounged as I may be, I would never do something that obnoxious. My screen name comes from who I am, not from some secret desire to be annoying as hell. Besides, what Asian is proud to be below the Asian standards?

…Not me. But I accept it. Here’s to YOU, successful Asians and Asian parents. May you be forever grateful you remain above the Asian standards.