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Now that I’m almost two months into my second semester of senior year, I have to wonder where on earth the time went.  Even though the college application process seemed to drag out for ages, I feel like senior year has gone by so quickly.  Suddenly, it feels like I have to get really serious about my future.

A lot of my classmates know what they want to study—my friends on the robotics team all seem to want to go into engineering, whereas I have other friends who want to pursue acting and plenty who want to become doctors.  For me, it seems a little too early to be making major life choices like that, but I guess that’s what our college applications asked of us.  I felt hesitant about checking “undecided” when asked about my major of choice, probably because there’s no way I can narrow down my options to just one field of study at this point in time.

When I was really little, I wanted to be a novelist.  It seems kind of like a dream right now, though; I’ll bet it’s hard to make money as a wannabe writer.  My dad’s encouraged me to look into screenwriting because it’s a hell of a lot more lucrative than novel writing, but I’m not sure right now.  Writing is always something I’ll be able to keep up with as a hobby, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to throw all of my energy into making a career out of it.

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Image courtesy of http://themaladjustedlife.blogspot.com/

My short experience on the school robotics team has really pushed me to look into engineering and the sciences—so far, computer science seems like something I’d enjoy doing (once I get past all of the math prerequisites that come with pursuing a degree in compsci).  Game design seems like a pretty lucrative practice, though I’m not sure what steps to take in order to get there.

And then there’s always the possibility of going into the medical field.  For someone like me, having the option of majoring in something like English and still be able to go to medical school seems like a good deal…it’s really just a matter of how much I can see myself becoming a doctor of any sort in the future.

Basically, my life can go in any direction right now.  Someone once called me a “Jill of all trades”, but I’m definitely feeling that “master of none” part more than anything right now.  While I like the idea of being able to explore all kinds of different fields, being around people who seem so sure of what they want to do makes me feel anxious.  I almost feel like I have to know what I want to do with my life right now, even if only to catch up to my peers.

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Eating obscene amounts of food and surfing Tumblr is the answer.  Drawing from mystiquecomies.deviantart.com

How did you all decide what you wanted to do?

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In my last post, I mentioned that I’m currently taking a writing class.  To be more specific, this writing class is sponsored by CalArts as part of the Community Arts Partnership Summer Arts program (CAPSA), which is an intensive arts program for high school students like myself.  It’s a three-week program that goes from 10 to 5, four days a week.  Aside from creative writing, the program offers workshops in animation, dance, music, photography, theater, and visual arts.  Because it’s tuition-free, the program is selective and applicants have to submit samples of their work in the discipline they’re applying to.

Honestly, I’ve never really looked forward to attending any of my past summer classes—sometimes, I even dreaded going.  But CAPSA has been different: as intimidating as it may seem to write for 6 hours a day, it’s actually a lot of fun to get my imagination running.  I absolutely love my classmates and my teachers.  Perhaps there’s just something about being writers that makes us such a close-knit group.

Maybe the whole idea of summer “school” isn’t appealing, but to give you an idea of what we do in class: today, we went to the Museum of Contemporary Art (MOCA) in downtown Los Angeles to eavesdrop on people’s conversations.  The reason?  Our assignment was to write a poem based entirely on observations and snippets of conversations we overheard.  We all had a great time gathering information and writing the poems.

After class today, a bunch of my classmates and I went out for a lovely ramen dinner in Little Tokyo.  Naturally, as I was one of the only two Asians in the group, they relied on me to give them food recommendations and to show them around Little Tokyo (which I don’t even know that well, but it was pretty fun pretending I did.  At least I can pretend to meet some Asian standards, right?).  I brought my ukulele and one of my classmates brought his guitar, so we all kind of sang and had fun and probably annoyed the heck out of the people around us.  It’s funny to think that I didn’t even know these people before last week; I already know i’m going to miss them so much after the class ends.  

Here’s a photo of the restaurant we ate at.  I nabbed it from the internet because I forgot to take a picture 😦

If anyone has any questions about the program, feel free to ask!

Hey guys!  It’s been a little while…. D:

Quick update on what’s been going on: I was invited as a panelist at V3 Digital Media Conference this year to speak about internet safety.  It was a lot of fun getting to meet other bloggers and Asian-Americans in digital media.  If you get the chance, check out the website and register for next year!  I hope to attend it again, so let me know if you’re interested in going!

Apart from that one Saturday at V3 Con, I’ve also been volunteering at Heart of Los Angeles (HOLA) as a cello instructor.  More details on that in the next post, which will definitely be up in the next couple of days.

Finally, I just started a creative writing class today.  I had to submit a piece of writing when I applied, so when I actually got into the program, I thought I must be a superfantastic writer for the program to have selected me.  So I walked into the class thinking I was hot stuff.  I was really looking forward to showing off some of mah skillz.  My classmates are friendly and funny, so the class was pretty easy to get used to.  But then the teacher told us that he’s a poet, and I knew I was screwed.  He had us write poetry—and read it aloud.  I’d been thinking I was a good writer, but apparently I’m not so good at all.  Not…compared with some of my new classmates.  As a matter of fact, I feel a little bit inadequate.

A few of the other students in the class feel the same way I do about poetry: cannot write well.  I thought I was really empathizing with this one guy, who was telling me all about how he was hoping to write short stories and couldn’t write poems to save his life.  But when we all read our poems and critiqued each others’ work, this guy was definitely the harshest critic in the room.  And don’t get me wrong, his poem was good, but he’d just been lamenting about being unable to write poems!  Suddenly it was like he’d become the King of Poetryland.  

It’s funny, because I’d always figured I would always have writing to fall back on if I failed to be a perfect Asian and math didn’t work out (and trust me, math has never really worked out for me).  And yet I realize now that, when I’m in a group of a bunch of students who are all cream-of-the-crop writers, I’m just “meh”.  Looks like everything requires effort on my part.  Must. Work. Harder.

 

More soon!

~BTAS

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.