Days of My Life

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