Days of My Life

I wish I could tell you I love you a thousand times To let you know how I feel And once more Just to make sure you'll never go away It has been an extremely hectic week and a half. And it will continue to be an extremely hectic rest of the month. There were so many times in the past two weeks when I wanted to simply stop and blog, but I just never took the time to. I should have, because now I have forgotten all the wonderful things I wanted to recount and all the petty things I wanted to complain about. But I shall try my best in skimming through those events. On the first official day of winter break (I have decided it does not deserve capitalization because it is not true to its name, considering that work is not analogous to break), J, K, P, W, and I went ice skating at Ice at Santa Monica, a seasonal outdoor ice skating rink in, well, Santa Monica. Spectacular fun it was, albeit the many, many times I fell. The many falls forward and backward resulted in an enormous bruise jus

I don't foresee this post to have anything regarding growing up, but the title came to mind, so I just put it down. Is that not that purpose of this? To simply type as you think? It is currently 9:46 a.m. I woke up at a distasteful 8:08 because H had called me and then A asked me to do something for him on the computer. Only to no avail, because this laptop has been taking so long just to start up. So I mindlessly and idiotically spent an hour on facebook... And finally went to wash my face and brush my teeth around 9:30. After this, I shall start (and finish!) the biology notebook for chapter 20 (DNA technology, whatever that is). Yes, we have yet another test on Monday, but this one is only 30 questions short! And since our class is quite ahead of schedule, Ms. R is letting us take the test during classtime, which means... no leaving other classes or staying after school: yay. :) Surprisingly, it has been raining rather consistently lately. In fact, it is still drizzling at the m

Tonight, I feel quite the contrary to what I felt the day of the previous post. I feel like writing a letter to each significant person in my life. Is that weird? Because this is not the first time I have felt this way. I do write the letters sometimes. In my mind, of course. And then I get absolutely no reply. In any case... I feel like WRITING tonight. And I love this feeling. You would think that whatever I will write tonight would be meaningful because of my aforementioned urge. But we shall see. Today, I took my FINAL SAT. I had always told myself I would never take any SAT after October 2009, but things rarely ever work as planned. And truth be told, I had been afraid of regretting not registering for this SAT. So when I found out that the late registration deadline had been extended, I saw that as a sign. Usually, I can predict the approximate score I will get right after I take a test. I do not remember if I was able to do so the first two times I took this test, but today, I a

I feel that I cannot connect with or talk to anybody today. Truth be told, I myself do not even know if I have anything to say, much less what I want to say. Yesterday was the same thing. For some reason, I feel like isolating myself from the world for a while and just not really talk to anybody. Perhaps this is driving people away from me. After all, nobody likes to converse with a standoffish person, right? Gee, I hope this wears off, because this, in addition to many other things, is beginning to tire me out. Today is December 1, which means that 2009 is soon coming to an end. Unlike previous years, I cannot say that this year has passed by all that quickly. I mean, I can barely remember when it was 2008 because 2009 has been so exhausting, in lack of a better word. In other news, I will turn eighteen in a little over three weeks--nothing to be excited for, but something worth mentioning. Hopefully I will host some sort of a function somewhere to enjoy with people I care about. Yay.

Yeah, we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes Like they have any right at all to criticize, Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason. 'cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table No one can find the rewind button, girl. So cradle your head in your hands And breathe... just breathe. That was the first thing that came to mind when I woke up at 10:21 A.M. (albeit my mother's claim that it was past eleven) today. So now I'm listening to the very wonderful song. At the moment, I am wearing my glasses because I haven't been doing so often. You're actually supposed to use them every once in a while so you don't become absolutely dependent on contact lenses. Or to simply let your eyes breathe (ha) a little more. Hmm, I was about to say that it has been winter for a while now, until I realized that winter does not begin until December 21st, which is... wow, exactly one m

Here are some things that you should not do to or with me... because they "peeve" me: -poke -invade privacy, ranging from phone calls to body parts (refer to above) -disrespect, especially if you don't know me or I you -seriously degrade or demean when I am in the vicinity unless you want some serious insults -criticize organization and methodology -speak loudly or rudely -listen to loud music -be a smartypants -interrupt my homework time -try to "inconspicuously" copy my work (lame) -ask for my opinions and then pretend you didn't hear any -criticize my work that you yourself could have done in the first place -use excessive profanity -hate on my clever and witty jokes and puns Anyway, today was Deca scrimmage day at GHCHS. It was unbelievably difficult for me to get out of bed this morning because I had gone to sleep past midnight and had to wake up at 5:40 to get there around 7:00. But I guess that Deca or no Deca, I still would have had to wake up aroun

Yes, another craving for Yogurtland. Since the last time I have had it (about a month ago), I have craved for it thrice, yet I have gotten it none (?). I suck at satisfying my cravings. Anybody willing to help me out? :) Today, I took SAT IIs at Lincoln High School: Chinese with listening, literature, and chemistry (I was seriously contemplating switching to Spanish with listening, haha). The proctor and the people... OH MY POOP, I say! I was one of the last people to arrive in the room, and right after I took my seat, he said, "Oh, you guys can just start filling out the forms so you can have more time later." What kind of a proctor is that? And the ten to twelve other Chinese girls in there just kept chattering and giggling and asking questions like, "What do you put on the line that says dd/mm/yy?" (asdfjkl; What have you been doing in school, dawg?!) After a few minutes of cluelessly reading WRONG instructions from the proctor's booklet, he told us to put th

-clutter -loud noise, music, voices, conversations -bad grammar -nagging -continual phone ringing -voicemail -long lines and traffic jams -gum smacking -ignorant shallowness -incessant profanity -disappointment and subsequent lectures -self disappointment -high volume anything -horrible driving -paying for a 12 oz. drink and getting only 11...with ice -peanut butter (particularly chunky) -headaches -anxiety -long exams -groups of people who walk together, taking up the entire width of a walkway -littering and loitering -being forced to "donate" -people not picking up after themselves (refer back to clutter) -inconsideration -boring, boring books -and a plethora of other "pets" and "peeves"... At the moment, I particularly dislike feeling unhappy and not knowing why. I feel like asdfjkl; and I want that feeling to go away! It might be time to roll into a ball and eat ice cream , 'figuratively' speaking. sigh . For some reason completely unbeknownst

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I have three pieces of good news and one piece of bad news, but I shall try to refrain from divulging absolutely everything. Good news #1: I fixed my printer! I had deemed it "literally broken" for about a week. After having given up on it, I kindly decided to give it another try earlier. So I put two sheets of paper in the tray and attempted to print one page. Usually, the single sheet of paper I would have put in would have gone into the printer for two seconds, begun making some extremely strange noises, and then stayed at that position, crumpled where it actually went in. Today, one page went in, followed by the next, and I boldly continued to press the "resume" button despite the error flash on the printer... And before I knew it, the second sheet of paper had gotten stuck; so I pulled that out and found no trace of its predecessor. Curiously, I looked behind the printer because I knew that no matter how evil it may be, the printer simply could not literally ea

is the utterly ugly word I heard come out of a freshman girl's mouth on the bus ride home today. And she just kept talking! "...how can you be so uncareful? blahblah ..." Geez, today's youth is in dire need of some English grammar and usage lessons. Today was the La Puente Main Street 10K run. I probably walked almost one of the six miles, even though I had anticipated running the entire thing, and finished in one hour and eleven minutes, a forty-minute improvement from the same run last year. (At the LA half-marathon, I reached six miles in one hour and twenty minutes.) So, basically, I'm improving. For some reason, though, I'm just never good enough for myself. Maybe, in actuality, I'm not good enough, plain and simple. Nah, that can't be it. I can't say that my expectations for myself are impossible, but I can probably viably say that they are high... higher than most people's for themselves, anyway. Ah, oh, well. I'm me and I'm ambi

I was happy today. Until about 4:40 P.M. when I finally gathered the courage to check my email and faced disappointment. I wasn't selected to be a Questbridge finalist. I cried for a few minutes, but you know what? I'm okay. Questbridge was simply an opportunity I chose to take and to work hard to qualify for, but not becoming a finalist is not the end of the world. It's just the end of the program for me. It's okay, because everything comes to an end, and it's not necessarily always a happy ending. You just cannot expect that all the time. So here I continue with my Common Application for regular decision, and here I continue to work hard to achieve my goals. I will get into at least one of the schools that I ranked, and I will be happy regardless of rejection notices, because in the end, everything works out just fine. Congratulations to H and A , two people I have known all along would succeed in this and I know will continue to succeed in everything else they s

because I told you you'd live to regret and now I don't want to make you feel bad... It is currently 9:58 A.M. and I simply felt like blogging especially because I hadn't done so in what feels like what must have been a year or two. Regardless, this doesn't feel unfamiliar at all. Today's plans: I had planned on attending a Dartmouth College information session from 1 P.M. to 3 P.M., but I realized I didn't even want to from the beginning, so I will just do my murderous AP Biology notebook and go watch a "Where the Wild Things Are" or something. Who knows? We have exam #4 on Monday, and I have been miserably failing every other one (33, 33, 28), which indicates that I need to find a new, more effective method of doing things for that class! Anyway, we'll see what happens or doesn't today. I am excited to run tomorrow (practice for SRLA) at the Historic Park. It'll probably be five or six miles, since the next run, which is next Sunday, last

I feel like I haven't done this in so long, what with so many other more important matters in the way lately. Actually, I should be tending to some of those matters right now, but it's almost half past midnight, so I'll just indulge myself in whatever until I go to sleep. Today marked the end of the third week of school. Third week?! Do you know what that means? It means 37 weeks to go... Dagnabbit. Anyway, here's a brief overview of what occurred in my life this week: Monday--I woke up thinking that my cough was almost gone, until I got to second/third period and started coughing again. I think this was also the day I became EiC for journalism (yay?) Not much that day, because I really don't like Mondays to begin with. For Spanish, we had what I thought was going to be a recitation test but actually ended up to be a written (by memory) test on the poem "A Margarita" by Ruben Dario. It was a bit surprising, but both ways would have worked fine for me. Tues

I've got seven minutes left here Seven minutes to decide and declare Stop and tell you how I feel Before now, you never knew The depth of emptiness inside me Everything faded so quickly I had one great thing, then lost it Followed by a tragedy, went along with it You never helped me, only cared for yourself Got me, had me, put me back on the shelf Now I'm nothing to you, and you haven't a clue That I'm still with you, it's true But that shouldn't matter anymore Because you've moved on, no looking back on before Before, when it was me Before, when we were happy Before, when... I'm out of time.

Today is Sunday, September 6. Do you know what this means? School resumes in three days. Yay... Currently, I'm hungry and I'm angry. Okay, that's all.

Happy month of September to you all! It would be redundant and cliche for me to start reflecting on how quickly the time passes by and how quickly school will soon resume. So I will give my best effort to refrain from doing so for the remainder of tonight's blog. Procrastination. I had been doing so well evading it until this summer. AP Biology haunts my thoughts and my plans, and I don't like it. Quite frankly, I had sort of been hoping that journalism would be fifth period so that I could have a legitimate excuse to stop the reading (not like I've done much anyway) and do whatever I wish until the evening of September 8, 2009. But the disappointing news arrived in my email inbox today, and it seems that I will have to read the chapters, whether or not I like to. Darn it. Today, I went to the optometrist's for my third pair of trial contact lenses. The first pair, which I had worn for two weeks, gave me good vision, but the comfort was questionable. The second pair, wh

is almost over. And I can't say that it's hard to believe, because for the past two and a half months, I've been thinking about how short it is. And indeed it is! Now there remain one and a half weeks until school resumes, and now begins the rush of getting homework done...for procrastinators, anyway. I don't really know what happened to me this summer. Last year, I actually did all my assignments with time left to do whatever. And this year, well, like I said, I just don't know. What I do know, though, is that I have, according to my standards, completed the AP English Literature assignment. Next: PCC, for which we have to write about THREE colleges, and I capitalize that because I was unaware of that. After that, hopefully beginning Monday, I will read for AP Biology, which I'm not even sure if I'm going to take because... Orientation was the dumbest thing ever. Here I thought that "smaller learning communities" were supposed to make matters more

It's a shame that it had to be this way It's not enough to say I'm sorry It's not enough to say I'm sorry Maybe I'm to blame Or maybe we're the same But either way I can't breathe Either way I can't breathe All I had to say is goodbye We're better off this way We're better off this way I'm alive but I'm losing all my drive 'Cause everything we've been through And everything about you Seemed to be a lie A guiltless twisted lie It made me learn to hate you Or hate myself for letting it pass by All I had to say is goodbye We're better off this way We're better off this way All I had to say is goodbye We're better off this way We're better off this way And every, everything isn't only What it seemed so hold these Words that you never told me Its time to say goodbye Its time to say goodbye Its time to say goodbye Goodbye Bye Take my hand away Spell it out Tell me I was wrong Tell me I was wrong Take my hand away

Disappointment: I hate it. And I hate dealing with it.

Wow. I just realized that the last time I blogged was July 14th, nearly a month ago. Geez. Truth be told, I don't have much to blog about, because, well, I haven't done much! Or anything, actually. Here is a very brief list of what I have done: watch "Days of Our Lives" and "General Hospital" as often as possible, go on lunch dates about every other day, go to the park to play badminton just as often, purchase and consume cold drinks at least once a week, and sit here at the computer for the rest of the time. What a life, eh? I try to tell myself so, too, but it doesn't work, unfortunately. Hmm, to keep it short and sweet, I shall summarize today: Ocean Star (yum cha), Jamba Juice, LA Zoo, Glendale Galleria, Olive Garden, Glendale Marketplace, home. All with "the male friend". Interpret the quotations however you like. I really need to start on some work. At the moment, I am playing online Scrabble. It's a waste of time, but I wouldn't

It is so hot right now! And by "now," I mean at 11:47 at night! This farcical nonsense must stop. Not like anyone can hear my demand... Agh, I have to remember to send something via UPS tomorrow. So, the biggest piece of news as of this moment, as far as I can remember, is that classes end on Thursday, which is a mere two days away. I no longer have to go to the gym, but I think that I still will, since tomorrow's the last day and I have nothing better I want to do anyway. Gosh darn it, I'm going to miss going to the gym and working out everyday. Now I have to actually run on cement as opposed to whatever material treadmills are made out of. And I'm going to miss...well, everything about that place (except when its Wednesday crowds and occasional random Tuesday ones too). Statistics class, however, is a much different story. But it's not really like we do much in there; I just play WordChallenge on Facebook for the majority of the time. :) This morning, a plum

That's what I've been doing a whole bunch of these days. Far too much waiting for far too impatient of a person. Even though I'm working on it, I still mind it. It isn't a good feeling to wait around all day for just one thing or just one person to happen or to show up. Just imagine, as I'm sure you all can, how much worse it gets when you realize how idiotic this is, but you continue to do it anyway. What fools we all are to sit and wait for things to happen, for people to show up. We're wasting our lives like this. It is currently 11:33 P.M. And my mother has just begun to yell at me to go to sleep. Go figure. I'm just repeatedly listening to "Tears from Polaris" from that one Taiwanese drama I watched a few weeks back. Speaking of which, I started "Corner with Love" today, another Taiwanese (I suspect) drama that a few friends suggested. And now I have to go to bed before my mother goes ballistic. I'll be back tomorrow, the day aft

My throat really hurts, and I don't even know why. I really, really hope I don't get sick. :( Some of you might already know about my bruise. For those of you who don't, here's the story: Yesterday, I fell down while going UP two different flights of stairs. The first time, I had almost reached the top when I thought that I was already at the top and didn't lift my leg because I believed that I was on a flat surface. So basically, I missed the step and I tumbled forward. About half a minute later, I hit my hipbone hard against the doorknob on my way to the bathroom. An hour later occurred the second fall. I was going up an uncarpeted flight of stairs this time. Four or five steps up, I suddenly just fell! Something must have really been bothering me, because when I tried to reach for the railing about four inches right behind me, I missed. So I fell some more... And upon trying to get back up, I fell back down again because I didn't have the strength to do so!

It is 12:53 P.M. at the moment, and I am already bored (I woke up at 11:11 A.M.) and tired of being so. Last night, I didn't fall asleep until nearly 2:30 and I actually didn't wake up five hours later! Oh, now I know why: the construction workers are off today. Gosh darn it, can they not be off everyday? It isn't like anybody is actually going to occupy the new apartment they are working on. Goodness gracious. I realize that I have issues--many of them. And they just keep piling atop one another, never diminishing completely. I think that I need to learn to let go of a lot of things and just believe, trust, and move on. asdfjkl; There are a few matters I would absolutely love to rant about in writing (or, in this case, typing), but I'm not certain that this is the appropriate place for doing so, so I'll restrain myself as best as I can. Nonetheless, ASDFJKL;@#$%! Great, now I've made myself feel unsettled again, which was what kept me up so late last night. So

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I wish I lived in a fairy tale. But even in fairy tales, everybody has their respective dilemmas, their respective tragic flaws. Even in fairy tales, problems exist and not only so, but they also prevail. For a while. Fairy tales are meant to teach us that no problem can remain unresolved, that something, someone, somehow will always stand by to fix it. But, see, this isn't necessarily the case in reality. Realistically, you have to solve your own problems. You are your own enemy, and in order to overcome whatever burdens you encounter, you must first overcome your own pride and realize that the problem might just be you afterall. Hmm, but what if it isn't? Suppose the problem actually lies in somebody else or suppose the problems actually is somebody else? Well, then, that complicates matters, because often, it's so much easier to deal with ourselves than with other people. Other people are just so difficult to reach, to understand, and to resolve. Ah, if only fairy tales

So T and I are talking and indicating the tones of our statements and messages after each one because at one point, he nearly complained of the lack of tone in online messaging. Hence, we decided to make clarifications (amusement). About half an hour ago, we came back from watching "The Proposal". "We" as in my two younger cousins, my sister, and myself. Originally, we were supposed to watch "Up" but my mother decided to be LATELATELATE, and by the time we got there, not only had the movie (previews) begun, but the show was also sold out. So we had to settle for second best, which ended up proving itself a darn good choice. But we had to miserably window shop for almost an hour before the movie began. That theater was so full! But yeah, "The Proposal" is such a hilarious movie. Romantic comedies are the light of my theatrical life. Yay!<3 Hopefully, I can go watch "My Sister's Keeper" and "Up" sometime soon... On a diff

Because if I said something, I'd look bad. If I assumed something, I'd be wrong. If I did something, you'd hate me. So what now? I hate these kinds of situations.

Gold? Yellow? Who cares?! LAKERS 2008-2009 NBA CHAMPIONS! I love it. Absolutely love it. All those smiles, all those tears; all those pats, all those hugs; ALL THOSE VICTORIES.<3 Go, Lakers! And, of course, Kobe Bryant would be the MVP in this. This wouldn't have happened without him. And, of course,

For the past week or so, I have done nearly nothing at all. Because I have had nearly nothing at all to do! Oh, how great it felt in the very beginning. But after a few days, I started getting bored of...well, boredom. My days feel so empty without homework and study... :( Oh, I wasn't being sarcastic. Well, just a slight touch of sarcasm, that's it. And the rest is pure sincerity. Okay, alright, tinted sincerity. Goodness. Today's ACT test reached a new level of ugliness and horror. I never thought that anything in my lifetime could achieve such..."greatness." Golly gee! Fine, I admit that I am speaking with a very strong (and negative) bias. I didn't even get to finish the math section! And I actually knew how to do that stuff... The reading section was just adsfjkl; and the science section was, like last time, adsfjkl;@#$%. Yeah. And then the essay prompt was just plain lame, man. I mean, why would you ask high school students about multitasking and its eff

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I haven't been in such deep boredom since a really long time, darn it. I guess this is what I get for having had such a hectic week. After everything happens, nothing else does. :( On Thursday, I went to Grad Nite and experienced my first all-nighter. And I'll tell you, I'm never going to do it again! All-nighters are so exhausting and deceiving; they distort my sense of time. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd gone to class or the last time I'd showered. But otherwise, it was pretty fun. Dark, but fun. Good thing the rain missed us by a couple of hours, or else everybody would have had to go inside! Everybody who's sensible, anyway. So, people actually smoked on the bus and on the rides. Really? Geez, they need to get a life. A drug-free one, at that. This episode of "CSI: Miami" is quite odd. Apparently, it's from 2004 (five years ago!), and it's an episode in which NY and Miami are integrated! And in a few minutes, "CSI: NY&

So I sort of forgot to report back after the marathon to tell you all that I survived it. Barely, but hey, I'm still here, aren't I? And I bet you're glad of that. This week seeps with business and plans. On my mental calendar, anyway. tomorrow: calculus quiz, chemistry lab (I really have no idea what's going on), Deca econ test Wednesday: senior awards night or sushi-making night (somehow, the latter appeals more) Thursday: grad nite (there goes a day of sleep) Friday: Deca speech/ interview final Saturday: the ever dreaded SAT, about which I already feel absolutely awful because I never studied A tentative preview at next week and thereafter: Friday: Deca banquet Saturday: ACT, same comment as with the SAT the following Thursday: graduation the following Friday: finally, the last day of school (for sensible people who won't go to school on Monday, anyway) Why, oh why isn't high school over yet? So, I've fallen in love with Stanford University. And to thin

Tis the day preceding the 26.2-mile Los Angeles Marathon. Excitement, anxiety; anticipation, nervousness; enthusiasm, dread. In short, I can't wait! I really believe that I can do this. Am I ready for the marathon? Heck, the marathon'd better be ready for me! All 26.2 miles of it. Okay, I just finished lunch, and it was good. Now I'm just waiting for the inevitable stomachache that will hopefully arrive sometime before tomorrow morning. Let's see. Today, I shall finish up calc homework (who knows if I'm even going to school Tuesday?), go to the marathon expo at the Convention Center (again because I didn't have money yesterday, haha), and rest. Tomorrow, I shall wake up at...4:20 A.M. and walk to the Miguel Contreras Learning Center on Third Street to take a darn group picture at 5:20 then to run two hours later. Goodness gracious. I haven't woken up so early for anything since...well, EVER! Anyway, then I shall embark on the longest, most challenging journe

I finished Perfect Fifths yesterday, and I love the ending. Considering that that is the final book in the Jessica Darling series, the only book series I have ever and will ever succumb to, I was saddened by the time I got to the last page. Saddened, but pleased. What a book. Ella Minnow Pea might take a while for me to complete simply because, well, it was assigned. But it shall be done by the weekend, since there's testing tomorrow in homeroom and whatever dumb activity that's planned for Friday. In the summer, I shall read a lot of Jodi Picoult's books, starting with the two I long ago acquired from Borders. Then I shall build up my Jodi Picoult collection. Heck, I want a collection of all of Sarah Dessen, Megan McCafferty, and Jodi Picoult's books. Maybe I should go to Borders this weekend. Or amazon.com. Hmm. CST testing is so overratedly pointless. Nobody even really cares about it, seemingly. Fifteen-week grades were due today, which means that there remain fiv

Do I really need permission for every freaking thing I do? Even to run? Really? That's blasphemously outrageous. I forwent today's Dodgers game for a stupid Barrons AP Chemistry book. How sad is that? And it isn't even like I'm reading it or anything. Stupid stupid stupid. I want to go out and RUN. Have I ever mentioned how much I despise staying at home doing nothing the whole day? Reading just makes me so sleepy these days. I don't even know what I'm doing or saying. Never mind.

I don't quite recall the last time I blogged here, but that hardly matters. Nearly gone is the first week of AP exams. I took my first one today, and I only wish that it was my last one ever. Then again, since it isn't, that only means that I have two chances to redeem myself, if not lower my self-esteem even further. Quite frankly, I don't even know why I bothered with calculus. I mean, come on. I'm going to be an English major; English has absolutely, absolutely NOTHING at all to do with mathematics. The only thing that calculus has done to me for the past eight months is lower my self-esteem and confidence. But, here's where the circumstance halts and reverses. I actually like calculus. I just despise taking tests and quizzes. And exams. Goodness gracious. Internalization is a big problem for me. If only I could apply my super memory for vocabulary words to math formulas and methods and chemistry concepts and problems. Since I felt so down in the dumps following

I have always anticipated it, I am so horrible at chemistry, dagnabbit. There's a calc quiz tomorrow. I've actually been looking forward to it, frankly speaking. As I was walking into second period today, Mrs. J rhetorically asked, "Do you (addressing everybody) think chapter nine is a form of child abuse?" She's so funny. I actually like chapter nine, supposedly the hardest chapter in the book... I think I might be weird, but whatever. The AP Calculus BC exam is next Wednesday; I must study (for the FRQ section)! Let us not even begin to discuss chemistry. I hope I don't fail the math 2 subject test on Saturday, if it's even possible to fail those things. I read an article today about UCs limiting admission of Asian Americans starting with the high school class of 2012 in order to make the system more "diverse" and "fair." Fair? How in the world is that fair? Limiting admissions based on ethnicity is the same as...well, yeah, that thou