But ever since I’ve taken the Government AP class in school I’ve actually not only understood, but somewhat interested too.
If it wasn’t made clear with the title, I’m putting my support behind Secretary Clinton.
I’m not going to smack down any Trump supporters or the candidate himself. I usually try to understand where the opposite side is coming from and not judge them for their beliefs. However, I just cannot for the life of me understand why anyone would cast their vote to someone who loves war.
It’s just plain dangerous.
There are a lot of people that claim Secretary Clinton’s only shining point is that she’s the first woman in history to run for president.
Honestly, that’s bull.
She’s gotten this far because she advocates equality for all. From women to minorities to veterans. And in all honesty, it’s one thing to be rude and racist, but when Trump disrespected the sacrifices made by war heroes and multiple women came forward making sexual assault allegations against him, I mean really???
We need a leader who believes every human being should be treated with respect. A leader who isn’t in love with the idea of war. Someone who has a good temperament.
A leader that believes that I, a female Asian immigrant, is worthy of the pursuit of happiness.
And if all those attributes makes Secretary Clinton a “nasty” woman, then somebody better look up that word in a dictionary ’cause it doesn’t match up with who she is and what she stands for.
But no matter which candidate you side with, VOTE!
It’s one thing to dislike the final verdict, it’s another to dislike it as well as not casting your vote which could’ve have made the difference.
I barely had a weekend with all the stuff that I’ve had to do.
I took the ACT on Saturday, which took up more than half the day, then came back home and passed out until dinnertime.
And then on Sunday I spent the majority of it doing a lab report for my Biology class and writing an essay for Psychology.
I woke at around 10am yesterday and went straight to work on the lab report. I had to type it up, create eight data tables, answer questions, write two hypotheses, calculate the allele frequencies (yes, that’s science terminolgy), answer some more questions, and then finally, FINALLY, I turned it in online at 8pm.
I didn’t eat at all except at dinner.
Granted I wasn’t hungry but its just to give you an idea of how much work the assignment was.
After that I completed my essay for my Psychology class, which was not that bad compared to what I had to do for Biology, which I just finished about half an hour (it is now 11:30pm).
I did not get as much work done as I had hoped to this weekend (yes there was more) but hey, that’s why my school gave us an hour for lunch.
It doesn’t take me long to eat anyway.
Now I have to both intellectually and mentally prepare myself for a Calculus quiz.
My art teacher said her life would be so much better if three day weekends were the norm.
This week’s schedule is pretty chill.
It’s a four day week, on Thursday we have a Rock ‘n’ Roll themed pep rally (which means shorter classes), and Friday will be here before I know it. And I only have one test this week in my Government class.
Praise the Lord 🙌🏾
My mind still can’t wrap around the fact that it’s my Senior year.
But then at the same time I’m in despair as I’m only in my third week of school.
When’s our next holiday? 🤔
Yes, I know it’s not a very inspiring post but I’ve got that Government test tomorrow.
Words cannot describe how happy I am that it’s the Labor Day Weekend. I could almost cry out of pure joy at the prospect of catching up on my sleep.
During the summer I took two naps a day.
Everyday for three months.
I mean, even the teachers are done.
My Biology and Psychology teachers kept thinking and saying that today was Friday. They were determined for the week to end. And my English teacher said on the first day of school that she was already exhausted.
Everybody is in need of a break.
Oh, and for those of you that read my previous post, guess what?
The new air conditioner arrived!
So now our teeny Government AP shack is nice and cool.
I just need to get through today.
Which means one AP Calculus AB test (which, by the way, counts as 70% of our average), a mini essay assignment due next Tuesday for Gov., finishing up an art project (yes, we’ve already started and are expected to finish), need to get my IBN (Interactive Biology Notebook) ready and deal finish a lab we started yesterday, and pump myself up for a three minute presentation on Jane Eyre.
Even though I am sad that summer vacation is over, I’m excited to see what’ll transpire this year.
For one thing, I’m actually taking classes I’m interested in. Such as Psychology, Biology, and Literature.
Plus I have first period off, so no more having to wake up at 6 in the morning. My momma was so happy she cried.
Then there’s also the fact that it’s my last year of high school, which is somewhat bittersweet. On one hand I’m more than ready to say goodbye to my school. And to certain people that make me want to tear out my hair with their stupidity. And carelessness. Which, to this day, baffles me. I mean, really!?!? The teacher explained it like two seconds ago!
But then on the flip side I have to get my college applications done. And write my essays. And take the SAT and ACT one last time. And prepare for seven AP exams. While also trying to survive high school in general.
And to top it off, I’m getting old!
And it’s not just me who says it. My momma has, my friends have, a sophomore has, and even an eighth grader! I mean, I know I’m old but do you have to blurt it out like that? And with such gusto?
Despite some of my reservations, however, I’m determined to have a good school year. To at least have much more fun than I have the past couple of years.
All the studying, the worrying, the test taking I’ve done have led up to this year. The year wherein all that work pays off in some shape or form, and I can let loose and relish in that celebratory feeling.
Right off the bat I made some pretty cool friends.
Insane, but nonetheless cool.
We were a huge group representing places from around the globe. From China, Nigeria, Latvia, the United Kingdom, and many many more.
Also, Yale itself is gorgeous.
Every building looks like a cathedral. Even the gymnasium!
We were lucky enough to get to tour the campus. From the libraries (yes, plural), to the residential colleges, and to the dining halls. One of the residential schools – which looks like a town you’d see in a live action Disney film – had a bell tower! A BELL TOWER! And apparently it sometimes plays pop songs out of the blue. I guess Yale University is an Ivy League school for a reason. Plus the food there is amazing.
It’s been a packed week.
We’ve had a ropes course wherein I was left hanging midair for a few moments (and I was slightly spinning), and I’m ashamed (not really) to say that I got pretty competitive into the activities.
And when I get competitive, I get crazy.
Like “Everyone-Do-What-I-Say-Or-I’ll-Bitchslap-You-All-The-Way-Back-To-Your-Ancestors” crazy. Yeah, not my best moment. But once I cooled down by running through the sprinklers, I was a little bit more bearable.
Then we got to hang out with three representatives of United Way and spent over an hour putting together literacy kits (which was quite addictive). We were given four children’s books to choose from to decorate our kits around. I was torn between Bunny Money (because the name is adorable) and Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? Ultimately my friends and I chose the bear because it had tons of animals in different colors, which was great to model after for our kits.
We also got to meet two awesome people. Sunjay Nath, a hilarious motivational speaker that looks like a cross between Steve Carell and the guy Ross from F. R. I. E. N. D. S., and Melora , a loud and lovable teacher of the7 Highly Effective Habits of Teens by Sean Covey.
We had just finished our tour of the campus and she began describing student life at Yale. Upperclassmen excitedly bombard freshman the second they arrive to question them on which residential college they’ve been sorted into (kind of like Harry Potter and the various Houses) and take their luggage into the dorms for them. They also have these “Tea Parties” wherein students invite public figures to speak with them on, well, anything. And the counselor told us that all financial needs are always met. No matter what your family’s home situation or yearly income may be aid is apparently always given once you’ve been accepted.
So by now we’re all feeling as though we could take on the world, until a parent asks what the acceptance rate is.
As you can guess, our high ride ended pretty quickly.
On Thursday we traveled to the Big Apple.
Our tour guide showed us Wallstreet, the progress of the World Trade Center transit hub (a Phoenix rising from its ashes), had lunch in Central Park and saw the John Lennon Memorial, visited Rockefeller Center, and, of course, took pictures in Times Square.
Our guide, a true New Yorker, made tons of movie references and threw tons of shade towards the Kardashians and Trump.
We also saw a couple of street performers and had a delicious strawberry Popsicle.
We ran into a man who made these huge bubbles that almost seemed as though they were about to attack us. I think that was probably the best part of our trip to New York.
I mean, who doesn’t love bubbles? Especially gigantic ones.
On our way back to New Haven, the staff told us to watch the film He Named Me Malala and that we would have to answer some questions later on. In short, I saw the beginning and woke up just in time to see the ending.
I was exhausted.
I promise to give my utmost attention when I’m much more awake.
On the last day each group presented their community action plans, which we’ve been working on since Day 1, to the rest of the group and three Lead 2 Feed representatives.
My group was the last one.
Now, here’s some background information you need to know:
1. I caught a cold midway through the program.
2. Students were asked by the Primary Leaders to put together something to honor the Teacher Leaders.
As I waited for my turn to speak, I noticed that a few students were either sleeping or playing on their phones. Safe to say that I was pretty annoyed. Especially since I gave my undivided attention to them when it was their turn. So, in true Eve-Has-Lost-Her-Shit Fashion, before saying my piece I sarcastically thanked those for giving my group their time.
Since I had a cold, I was very nasal. So I wasn’t sure whether or not anyone even understood what I said.
I then apologized for sounding like an idiot because of my said-cold, which, apparently, people found quite amusing. Especially after I rolled my shoulders and pulled my hair back sassily (which was not intentional mind you).
After all presentations were given, we had about two hours of free time .
I immediately asked to go to the Yale Bookstore.
I wanted to buy some form of Yale merchandise. Some form of proof that I had visited the Ivy League school, because, you know, my momma did pay a lot of money for the trip.
My friend and I finished early and headed back to our dorms.
We were both so exhausted that we slept through our alarms and missed dinner. Naturally the staff freaked out and thought we were dead. Apparently people had been calling us but we slept through that too. When I awoke from my nap I saw that it was about 5:45. Then I had a mini “Oh crap!” moment when I remembered that dinner was at 5. I grabbed my things and headed out of my dorm when I ran into the nurse, who was sent to find my friend and I. Kailee, my Sleeping Sista, and I were later brought to the Trumbell Dining Hall for dinner.
I was torn between being incredibly embarrassed and laughing uncontrollably.
I have never in my life been late to something because I had fallen asleep. But hey, at least I did it on the last day so it’s not I could get into trouble or anything.
Afterwards we had our last Ambassador Leaders meeting and groups were given the time to thank their Teacher Leaders.
My group’s leader Ruben, a hilarious and energetic short Mexican (as he calls himself), was thanked last because we were Group #7. Because we were all so preoccupied with our Lead 2 Feed project, we hadn’t really prepared anything. But then again, most of the other groups hadn’t either. However, that morning I put together a 27 second video about why Ruben is awesome.
Here it is:
He willingly spends time with crazy teens.
He encourages you to eat ice cream.
He gladly takes your mustard packs.
He laughs at you when you fall.
And also when you’re scared of dying (a. k. a. me at the ropes course).
But most of all he will love you unconditionally.
Or at least is nice enough to pretend.
After he saw the video, Ruben thanked not only us, but the entire Ambassador Leaders group, for “…letting him be an audience member of your (our) show…”
Kailee and I then asked him why he didn’t cry like the other Team Leaders.
He said he didn’t have to.
He said, “Beacuse you’ve made me strong.”
Everyone then headed back to Yale and celebrated all of our hard work.
We ate ice cream in the basement and went around crying and hugging everyone, reflecting on the past week’s events. And even though we were all sad that the program was coming to an end, we were also just happy to be around each other.
So one of the girls from Brooklyn whipped out herBeats Pill speaker, set up a playlist of throwback jams, and we all danced the night away.
In two days I will be heading off to New Haven, Connecticut for a week at Yale University to learn leadership skills and partake in community service acts.
Holy shit. This is happening.
Even though I know it’ll be a lot of fun (based off of a prior experience with a similar program), my trepidation continues to grow as the 24th approaches.
I think another reason why I’m scared is because by the time I return home it’ll be the end of July.
Which gives leaves me exactly 22 days to mentally prepare myself for school.
My very last year of high school.
It’s difficult to imagine life without a structured school system since it has dominated my life thus far. But instead of focusing on a daunting future, I’m attempting to enjoy and live in the now. And to think about the positive events that are upcoming, such as my trip to Yale and taking classes in my Senior year that I’m actually interested it.
I hope that by the end of my trip I’ll be that much better as person and as a leader.
My past experience with the National Student Leadership Conference at the University of California, Berkeley, proved to me that life changing experiences can occur in a small amount of time but nonetheless potent. It also introduced me to students from across the globe, resulting in the development of true, longlasting friendships with people who have changed me for the better.
If the Ambassador Leaders Program at Yale is anything like the one I’ve just described, then I’m more than ready to go.
Terrorist attacks occurring around the globe and the Kimye v.s. Taylor Swift feud.
The fact that both of these are prioritized in equal amounts of importance speaks volumes on how messed up society is today.
It’s disappointing that people with the resources to make an impact in the world refuse to use them. And it’s aggravating when they use their voices for things that are petty compared to the horrors accumulating across the globe.
It feels as though the attacks are happening everyday.
One after another like dominoes; a ceaseless descent into madness.
Attacked due to one’s skin color, spirituality, sexuality or ethnicity is persecuting someone on the grounds of being who they are.
When did acceptance become such a difficult thing to do?
And when has violence and murder become acceptable?
It’s terrifying thinking about the reality of what the world is truly like. To be disillusioned by all the hate and insanity that continues to run through the veins of people around the world. It almost seems ludicrous to even leave your house now.
And though I wish I could say that to continue leading your life as you normally would is best way to cope, I can’t.
Because though life is already quite unbearable, let alone having terrorist attacks almost everyday, it’s important to be aware of these ongoing events to help you be aware of how precious life can be and to be grateful for still having one.