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.
This is a collaboration called All Choked Up between four bloggers, including myself, showcasing our take on chokers combined with our divergent styles.
Chokers have been a very popular trend lately, but I’ve only started wearing them recently after I got a coupon for Hot Topic.
Now I have like three.
I can’t remember.
Now there’s something I want to get off my chest, but first, let me set the scene and give you some background information.
There are so many students enrolled at my school that there are four shacks across the street for some of the Government, Economic, and World History classes. Right next to them is a field house for the football teams. The school funded a bridge for students to cross over to the other side for safety precautions.
Last week the air conditioning in my Government AP class, which was already quite shitty, decided to completely stop functioning. As a result, my class was relocated to a room in the field house while the school orders a new one.
Now, you’re probably wondering why this is important.
Let me tell you.
When we entered the field house, we were surrounded by freshly painted lockers in vibrant red. It’s literally the size of three classrooms combined into one. We were then led to a staircase into a conference room. It had two long tables, walls that were in fact white boards, and an interactive whiteboard at the front of the room.
Towards the other end is a folding door that reaches all four corners of the room. When you open it, it’s another huge conference room with a door that leads to another staircase which is an exit.
Now that’s all well and good, but here’s the point I’m trying to make.
The school has money to revamp the field house, but they can’t give me some freakin’ air conditioning in a teeny shack that’s not even a third of the field house?!?!?
Or better yet, have those four shacks be on campus? I mean, there are four other ones at the very back of the school near one of the science wings. And to add insult to injury, they’re right next to the trash and recycle bins.
I don’t mean to be ungrateful but it’s just so odd how one of the four core subjects, Social Studies, has been given small huts that are either across the street or near our trash. Especially since it’s evident that there’s money for an elective like sports.
Okay, in all honesty I don’t care that much about it.
All I want is some aircon.
Especially with Houston’s humid weather. I, and I’m sure my classmates can agree, am not too keen on always showing up sweaty like a wet chihuahua.
Here are everyone else’s All Choked Up looks:
A huge thank you to everyone that was part of this collaboration! All of our looks are absolutely fabulous!
And a huge thanks to those of you who put up with my mini rant.
I’m sorry that this post is so meager. It’s the first week of school and I’m sooo not used to being unable to have my two naps a day.
I am, however, incredibly glad that I opted to have late arrival as a part of my schedule. Waking up has not been as torturous as it had been the past six years.
On Monday in my AP Calculus AB class (yes, that’s what it’s called), we began reviewing the material we learned in Algebra II (which was two year ago) and Pre-Cal (three months ago). I had only been at school for twenty minutes, with extra sleep, and I already felt like giving up. Everyone one was like, “What the hell is that?” or “Oh God, domain and range!” or “I can’t even…” I mean, really, it was a struggle.
And today I have three quizzes!
The first week of school guys, the first week.
On Tuesday Seniors had an assembly and our grade principal put on display a clock. It was counting down the days, the hours, the minutes, and the seconds leading up to graduation.
At the time it stated that we had 277 days to go.
It is now Day 5.
It is only Day 5.
God, help me 🙏🏾
Anyways, a huge thank you to every blogger that was part of August’s Project Sister Act 🙂
Make sure to check in next month to see what’s next!
I was given the opportunity to try out a pair of earrings from an online jewelry store called, Moonstone Magic, selected from the 2016 Collection.
The website immediately gives off a cool, bohemian vibe perfect for events like Coachella and for the modern hippies at heart.
What I love about Moonstone Magic is that they give really cool product details that are interesting and actually go with the jewelry.
For mine they mentioned how the moonstone is revered in India and Middle Age Europe, and utilized by holy men around the globe to remove one’s ego.
Nowadays I don’t wear as many earrings as I used to when I was younger, but when I do I prefer to wear studs. And when I saw these, I was immediately drawn to the cool metal work surrounding the moonstone and the iridescent light that the stone emanates.
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.
This is the final edition of a three-part collaboration with Jodie’s Touch of Style and Sheela Writes. The idea was to showcase various ways of dressing with the print, camo. Also, though unintentional, it is a collaboration amongst mothers and daughters
The finale displays camo with another print, concluding the Camo Project
Dress from H&M. Top from Zara.
Sneakers from Topshop.
Necklace from Poshmark. Shades from Shop Ditto.
The others in their Camo + Print Looks:
A huge thank you to everyone that was a part of this collaboration!
This is the second edition of a three-part collaboration with Jodie’s Touch of Style and Sheela Writes. The idea was to showcase various ways of dressing with the print, camo. Also, though unintentional, it is a collaboration amongst mothers and daughters ❤️
The second of the series is to dress in camo with a color. The finale, which shall be posted this Friday, will display the well-known print with a different surprise element.
This is the first edition of a three-part collaboration with Jodie’s Touch of Style and Sheela Writes. The idea was to showcase various ways of dressing with the print, camo. Also, though unintentional, it is a collaboration amongst mothers and daughters ❤️
The first of the series is to dress in camo with pastels. The rest will show the well-known print with different surprise elements, which shall be posted this week.
Yes, looking good takes a lot of work. Even to the point of sweating. No shame.
Here are my Bloggin’ Sistas in their Camo + Pastel outfits:
Check back on Wednesday to see what we pair our camo items with next!
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.