This is about me. No casual anecdotes. No pennies for a thought. It's the last weekend of summer; so, I thought, why not indulge myself?
I find the New Yorker articles interesting and actually enjoyable. For those who are doing their work by themselves, I'm honestly happy and proud.. To those who decide to take the left road, although it is of no surprise, I'm disappointed in them. Maybe I'm being intrusive, but I enjoy seeing people accomplishing something after being honest with themselves and others. There's that moment when you're allowed to say to yourself, "I did it!" and not have to feel even a speck of guilt when you earn the credit. I know I can't do anything impressive, but if it's the least I can do to chide them and hold out hope (although sometimes, I think it's dwindling), then might as well do it.
For three days, I went to Mrs. Tran for homework help. Functions are scary. Her daughter is cute, as always, while playing with glue and eating french fries. No pedophilic incidents occured. I also visited the band room during their lunch break, and I do miss it. However, I doubt that my return to being a guard will be in existent anytime soon. Two reasons are that it's expensive (550 dollars per year) and time-consuming. It was either yearbook or guard, and there is no way I'd leave yearbook even if it's drama headquarters.
On Wednesday (last day of review), Renee, Nadia, and I went to Yogurtland. I think I no longer like taro flavor as much as I used to although it is still good nonetheless. Afterwards, I visited the new library with Nadia for the first time. Needless to say, it's so awesome that it feels like I'm not in Tustin. Not that Tustin's a bad city; it just doesn't have the Tustin vibe. It was like being a kid in a candy factory, except that you can touch things without security guards surrounding you. We worked on our homework (math for me) in the teenage reading area. It got a bit late since we forgot about the time, and we finally remembered our absences of lunch. Off to Subway. I realized that if friends were couples, they'd actually be better couples than actual couples. However, a relationship requiring love removes the pure friendship element, and if the two friends were of the same sex, someone would need a sex change. Fortunately, it's not something serious that any other friend including Nadia and me are thinking about...I think.
I visited the library again the next day. While working in the homework room on my second response, I took a few breathers in the Quiet Room, which unsurprisingly became my favorite place. There's this sofa bed next to a window looking out to a few planted trees. Truly relaxing, and it is now officially my spot. Not that I marked it with anything, but if I could, I'd never leave.
Art class was on Friday without Jenny. I worked on my air contest painting, redoing parts that had taken me a few sessions to complete in three hours. I know I'll never be the best artist, but only in art do I feel the weight lifted off of me. Regardless of the cheesiness, art class is a sanctuary for me. However, once school arrives, I shall sigh.
I did the usual Saturday chores and had wonton noodles for lunch. =] I then had to go to the DCM in 104 degrees Anaheim. I guess it would've been better if it wasn't burning hot under a small tree and if we weren't so dehydrated. Still, can't say it was boring because although I was reluctant to go, it was fun in its own Key Club way. We went through several houses for donations for PTP (Pediatric Trauma ...) with the inclusion of one house having cameras and another with a lizard. Total earnd as a group: 41 dollars...(we put in our own money after an hour of rejection.). Total earned overall: +100 dollars =]. I also encountered an attack from a "predator". I'd call him a sexual predator but what are the chances of me being sexually preyed upon. Note: Must learn the Key Club cheer. I know; I'm a disgraceful member. In my defense, I don't like to thrust.
School in two days. Summer in 9 months. Eternal peace...unknown.
Word of the Week
Convene- to assemble; to call together
The leader convened his members before starting the meeting.
