Every Tuesday and Thursday mornings I wake up at 5:15am. I pick up my friend down the street by 5:45 and by 6:20 we are at school. It takes us 13 minutes to walk all the way up to the practice room or chapel (I timed it), and by then we are 3 minutes late. However, at most there are 2 other people there before us, and we end up sitting around for a good 10 minutes. Finally when there is a decent amount of girls there, we start our dance practice. We hear the same song over and over coming from a tiny ipod speaker system. The room is hot. We are on the verge of breaking out into a sweat. We sing along with the recording to pass the time and practice our 4 part harmonies, but it never works. We dance. No, we flop around, eyes half open, giggling whenever someone messes up. After a month of doing this twice a week, you'd think we'd be used to this, but no, we are not. We are not used to this, but we are ready.
6:30am practices. Because of that pain in the neck, graduation better be spectacular.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
She works hard for the money, so hard for it, honey
I am looking for a job. The thing is, I am really picky. Reeeeeally picky. I don't want to work with food, so restaurants and food services are out. I don't want to work behind a desk, so secretary work is out. I don't particularly want to work at a mall because I'd end up spending more money than I'd be making, so the mall is out as well. It is also too late to try to get a job at school, so what do I have left?
I tried getting a job at the preschool down the street from my house, but they only take volunteers, which I have learned is the same for many other schools and even the public library.
About a month aqo I quit my job at a shave ice shop. I mean, I loved what I did and the fact that it was right down the street, but I really had a hard time with my boss. She was nice, but she was really naggy. Multiple times she called me during class to ask if I could start early. It didn't matter to her whether I had class or not. She just didn't get it, so I quit. Now, although I know I will miss making free shave ice and bubble drinks for myself, I am definitly ready for a new job.
I tried getting a job at the preschool down the street from my house, but they only take volunteers, which I have learned is the same for many other schools and even the public library.
About a month aqo I quit my job at a shave ice shop. I mean, I loved what I did and the fact that it was right down the street, but I really had a hard time with my boss. She was nice, but she was really naggy. Multiple times she called me during class to ask if I could start early. It didn't matter to her whether I had class or not. She just didn't get it, so I quit. Now, although I know I will miss making free shave ice and bubble drinks for myself, I am definitly ready for a new job.
Holoku Rant
Holoku this year was really disappointing. I danced in both senior select and samoan, and both of them didn't meet my expectations. Last year's senior select and samoan dances were really good, so I was ecpecting the same this year, but I was very disappointed.
For the senior select dance we looked good in our dresses and leis, but after watching the video, we look very sloppy and unrehearsed. It was embarrassing. Especially with such a prestigous dance with high expectations, it looked as if we didn't mee the standards. When I was watching the video, I noticed that our lines were all crooked and when the camera zoomed in on a particular girl, she messed up and laughed about it right when the camera was on her. Talk about embarrassing.
The samoan dance was also very disappointing because this year many people dropped out throughout the many saturday practices. There were so little dancers that it sounded and looked weak. Also, many dancers went to all of the practices so they didn't know some of the choreography while they were dancing in front of two large audiences.
Overall, Holoku this year wasn't very memorable. Truthfully, it felt more like a waste of time than a last dance at school which I wanted it to feel like.
For the senior select dance we looked good in our dresses and leis, but after watching the video, we look very sloppy and unrehearsed. It was embarrassing. Especially with such a prestigous dance with high expectations, it looked as if we didn't mee the standards. When I was watching the video, I noticed that our lines were all crooked and when the camera zoomed in on a particular girl, she messed up and laughed about it right when the camera was on her. Talk about embarrassing.
The samoan dance was also very disappointing because this year many people dropped out throughout the many saturday practices. There were so little dancers that it sounded and looked weak. Also, many dancers went to all of the practices so they didn't know some of the choreography while they were dancing in front of two large audiences.
Overall, Holoku this year wasn't very memorable. Truthfully, it felt more like a waste of time than a last dance at school which I wanted it to feel like.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
what? no air conditioning?!
As I'm sitting here in class, I just had a conversation about public schools with the people sitting next to me. It really struck me when one of them was really worried and distraught when they heard that the public school they're taking their SAT test at might not have air conditioned rooms. It was a little shocking to see how much they cared about how hot or cold the room is when they take their test. I guess if you've been at this school for such a long time, you can't imagine walking into a hot classroom with only two ceiling fans set on low to cool the room, but I went to a public elementary school, so I can really tell the difference between the types of students that go to private or public schools.
You could call us private school students stuck up, and go right ahead because we pretty much are compared to public school students. And public school students are more...laidback? I hate to admit it, but the stereotypes given to both private and public school students are pretty much accurate.
You could call us private school students stuck up, and go right ahead because we pretty much are compared to public school students. And public school students are more...laidback? I hate to admit it, but the stereotypes given to both private and public school students are pretty much accurate.
superawesome
It's hard to believe that prom is over. I remember making a countdown in my planner, counting down the days until prom and graduation, and now, 80-something days later, it's over.
All I know is that it went by way too fast. From when I was picked up at 4:00 until I went home at 11 the next morning, it seemed as if the actual 19 hours went by in about 5. Time really does fly by when you're having a good time. Spending time with some of my closest friends was a great way to spend my senior prom. It just made me think that now that prom is over, there is less than a month left of school - 18 days to be exact.
That night I didn't sleep at all. 4 people were packed in each bed and someone was on the floor and another in the closet (don't ask). I was at the edge of a bed, so it was really hard to stay on. One by one someone would fall asleep just before the sky brightened a little around 4am. All except for me. Thankfully one of my friends who fell asleep the earliest woke up and we sat on the balcony for an hour talking. It was sort of reflective because the both of us couldn't believe prom was over and that we're getting so close to graduation. Although we would really want to just graduate and go to college already, we were talking about how it is going to be really hard separating from all of our friends. It was such a comforting feeling to know that a bunch of my best friends were all together that night, but bittersweet thinking that we were nearing the "lasts" of everything.
But knowing that this is our last chance to squeeze in every bit of fun we could possibly have, we still have senior skip day, baccalaureate, commencement, and the whole summer to enjoy before we get sad and separate. Prom was a nice way to kick off the beginning of the hectic last month of a senior.
Prom was superawesome and the next few months are going to be superawesome as well.
All I know is that it went by way too fast. From when I was picked up at 4:00 until I went home at 11 the next morning, it seemed as if the actual 19 hours went by in about 5. Time really does fly by when you're having a good time. Spending time with some of my closest friends was a great way to spend my senior prom. It just made me think that now that prom is over, there is less than a month left of school - 18 days to be exact.
That night I didn't sleep at all. 4 people were packed in each bed and someone was on the floor and another in the closet (don't ask). I was at the edge of a bed, so it was really hard to stay on. One by one someone would fall asleep just before the sky brightened a little around 4am. All except for me. Thankfully one of my friends who fell asleep the earliest woke up and we sat on the balcony for an hour talking. It was sort of reflective because the both of us couldn't believe prom was over and that we're getting so close to graduation. Although we would really want to just graduate and go to college already, we were talking about how it is going to be really hard separating from all of our friends. It was such a comforting feeling to know that a bunch of my best friends were all together that night, but bittersweet thinking that we were nearing the "lasts" of everything.
But knowing that this is our last chance to squeeze in every bit of fun we could possibly have, we still have senior skip day, baccalaureate, commencement, and the whole summer to enjoy before we get sad and separate. Prom was a nice way to kick off the beginning of the hectic last month of a senior.
Prom was superawesome and the next few months are going to be superawesome as well.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
I heard they call water fountains bubblas
It's true. In Boston they call water fountains bubblas.
This past spring break was hands down the best spring break of my life. Six of my best friends (all who are graduated last year) bought me a trip to Boston and New York. It was my early graduation present from them, and it was the absolute best present ever. They knew I applied to some east coast schools, so they took me college touring and sightseeing.
The first thing I noticed in Boston was how different the people were, and I don't mean race. I'm talking about manners. Don't get me wrong, I loved the city, but the people there were so mean! One morning we were waiting in line to get breakfast and the lady in front of us asked for a sandwich without the bun. The man behind the counter, the manager might I add, asked her why she didn't want the bun. It wasn't just a "why?" but more of a "WHY???" Yes, it is a little strange, but especially as the manager, you are not supposed to treat a customer like that. They ended up arguing over a stupid bun for a while and we didn't know whether to leave or not.
Another thing I noticed about east coasters is that they do not care about crosswalk signals at all. They don't just jaywalk, but they jaywalk diagonally! I couldn't do that. I thought I'd get "bachi" for jaywalking so I was pretty much the only one paying attention to the crosswalk signals.
By the end of my trip, I had mixed feelings about the east coast. I loved the city a lot, but the people really made me feel unsafe and always on guard. Everyone was in a hurry to get somewhere and just pushed through the crowd. I could never do that.
This past spring break was hands down the best spring break of my life. Six of my best friends (all who are graduated last year) bought me a trip to Boston and New York. It was my early graduation present from them, and it was the absolute best present ever. They knew I applied to some east coast schools, so they took me college touring and sightseeing.
The first thing I noticed in Boston was how different the people were, and I don't mean race. I'm talking about manners. Don't get me wrong, I loved the city, but the people there were so mean! One morning we were waiting in line to get breakfast and the lady in front of us asked for a sandwich without the bun. The man behind the counter, the manager might I add, asked her why she didn't want the bun. It wasn't just a "why?" but more of a "WHY???" Yes, it is a little strange, but especially as the manager, you are not supposed to treat a customer like that. They ended up arguing over a stupid bun for a while and we didn't know whether to leave or not.
Another thing I noticed about east coasters is that they do not care about crosswalk signals at all. They don't just jaywalk, but they jaywalk diagonally! I couldn't do that. I thought I'd get "bachi" for jaywalking so I was pretty much the only one paying attention to the crosswalk signals.
By the end of my trip, I had mixed feelings about the east coast. I loved the city a lot, but the people really made me feel unsafe and always on guard. Everyone was in a hurry to get somewhere and just pushed through the crowd. I could never do that.
"Are some things meant to be?"
"Let's say God puts two people on earth and they are lucky enough to find one another, but one of them gets hit by lightening, well then what? Is that it? Or perchance you meet someone new and marry them all over again. Is that the person you're supposed to be with, or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them are walking side by side, were they both the one for you and you just happened to meet the first one first, or was the second one supposed to be first? And is everything chance? Or are some things meant to be?"
I don't remember where this is from, but i found it on a document of a bunch of quotes I keep on my computer. It made me think about college.
I was extremely upset when I didn't get into my first choice college, so I ended up somewhat "settling" on where I plan to go now. I mean, I don't mind and I'm happy that I didn't really have to make a big decision, but at the same time, there will always be that "what if?" and "if only..." in the back of my mind.
I already knew from the size of the envelope that I didn't get into my first choice school. I didn't think I would get that upset about not getting in, but I guess it meant more to me than I thought. I cried, I complained, I was a grumpy pain in the ass for the next couple days. But after I got over it a little (still a little upset), I wondered if this is what is supposed to happen. Maybe something spectacular will happen to me because I didn't get in. Maybe I will become more successful at the school I decided to go to instead. But it's hard to think about that when the future is so far away. So until then, I will still be wondering "what if?"
I don't remember where this is from, but i found it on a document of a bunch of quotes I keep on my computer. It made me think about college.
I was extremely upset when I didn't get into my first choice college, so I ended up somewhat "settling" on where I plan to go now. I mean, I don't mind and I'm happy that I didn't really have to make a big decision, but at the same time, there will always be that "what if?" and "if only..." in the back of my mind.
I already knew from the size of the envelope that I didn't get into my first choice school. I didn't think I would get that upset about not getting in, but I guess it meant more to me than I thought. I cried, I complained, I was a grumpy pain in the ass for the next couple days. But after I got over it a little (still a little upset), I wondered if this is what is supposed to happen. Maybe something spectacular will happen to me because I didn't get in. Maybe I will become more successful at the school I decided to go to instead. But it's hard to think about that when the future is so far away. So until then, I will still be wondering "what if?"
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