I live a mere half hour away from NYC. 2 train rides and a five min walk. But yesterday I was a tourist. I was the person that new Yorkers hate. The ones that stop to take pictures of everything. Now I wasn’t that bad, and at about 10 I got tired of stopping every 5 seconds, but I took pictures and ate pizza and got expensive gelato and have clams and oysters. But why? Just because. Just. Because. Did I hate being touristy? Yes. 100%. But was it so terrible? No. While I don’t intend on doing it again, it was fun to be a tourist so close to home.
Aside from feeling like a tourist, I have done a lot of thinking. For the past few years or so, I’ve had my heart set on attending UPenn. I’m not sure why, I just have always wanted to go there. Walking around, I realized that going to school in New York wouldn’t be terrible. I always said that I wouldn’t ever live in New York, but it wouldn’t be so bad. I would be close to everything. So that being said in two years I’ll be applying to at least these 4 colleges: UPenn, NYU, Rutgers, and Rowan. Obviously other places too, but those are my main right now.
And now another completely unrelated thing. I read Paper Towns! It was amazing. Technically it took me two days except it took me like 4 days to read one page because I kept getting busy. I started on Wednesday and finished yesterday at like noon, but I only actually read on Wednesday and yesterday so 2 days. Next I’m going to read Looking for Alaska.
Its 1:30 am. I’m hungry so my dad is grilling chicken. We were supposed to go to this hot dog place called Rutt’s Hut today before my cousin leaves tomorrow, but they close at one and we weren’t going to make it since I didn’t check what time they closed until 3 minutes before they closed, so we’re going at 8:00 am. I’m having fried got dogs and cheese and gravy fries for breakfast. That’s so healthy.
Anyway, it’s late and I wanna eat, so farewell. Happy Sunday. I’m gonna go eat and go to sleep now.
I’m just going to be up front with you guys, I feel like there’s a war going on in my uterus. Literally it hurt to laugh while playing badminton today, but that’s not going to prevent me from being excited about the near end of my freshman year. My last day of school is June 17th then I’m free from work (besides summer homework) for like 2ish months. It is May 23 2015 and without weekends and combining half days and minus finals, I only have 10 and a half days left. Technically I have to go to school for 17 more days but lots of half days and 4 days of finals leaves nothing really. I only have like a week left of actual learning, then it’s a week of final review. A full day on Monday finals week, then 4 half days, one of which I either leave at 10 or go in at 10 since I only have one test that day. Then last 3 days of school are movies and chatting. Those are the days I always bring my phone charger. If I’m going to go class to class on my phone then it will die and I will probably cry. It’s sad that my idea of fun is sitting on my phone and talking to my friends. Yea talking to my friends is tons of fun, but we all sit on our phones. We will be a class room away from each other and texting. Not that I text my friends in class all day… that would be terribly disrespectful of me. 10 days. 10 short days of school. TEN days until I’m a sophomore. Well technically I’m not a sophomore until I get my schedule which I’m pretty sure I can find out in like July by checking Genesis (online grad checking thing), but whatever.
Speaking of schedules I picked what I want to take. I’ll most likely be taking AP Chemistry, AP Algebra II, APUSH I (ap us history), English 10 CP, Spanish II, Gym (by law, obviously), Creative writing (1/2 year)/Contemporary Literature (1/2 year), Forensics, and then I have alternates in case I don’t get my electives, those are journalism I and Culinary I. I get an extra class next year because my school is trying out a new schedule. We are going to have a rotation/drop/ABCD day schedule, which pretty much means I go to each class for an hour and I don’t go to every class. It’s a good idea in theory but it’s gonna be a mess. At least I don’t have to see terrible teachers all the time haha. That’s terrible. I’m a terrible person.
I’m ready for sophomore year. I’m ready to move on. To make new friends. To be myself. I was myself this year, but I want to be a better version of myself. I want to be a me that I would gladly be friends with. I want to be the me that reads all the time, while getting perfect grades and maintaining a healthy social life. It’s asking for a lot, but I can handle it. I’m ready for it. Okay well, that’s all. I am going to walk into school next year as a sophomore not caring about what other people say and just be myself. That’s all I ever wanted. See ya later everyone. Happy Memorial Day.
Now, I wouldn’t call this exactly luck, more of catching hints and ultimately asking a very important question, but that’s not the point. My life as a freshman is drawing to a close, thank god, and I was told the best news of my life. Now before you go asking what this news is, I’m not sharing it. Anyway, I was told amazing things, and all it took was a little jealousy and being my self.
The past three days (Friday to this afternoon) have taught me its cool to be myself. I am smart, funny, adorable, fun to be around, and once you really get to know me, you’ll see my true colors, which is necessary. If I were to go through life without showing my true colors, then I wouldn’t be where I am. I’ve made amazing friends being the way I am. I believe that being yourself is important. You don’t want people to fall in love with the you that you’re not. Whether that person be a significant other or friends.
I also learned that I should always be forward. Lying to my friend screwed with my him. I lied to make his life easier but today I told him the truth and everything was better. I mean it wasn’t a bad lie I just lied on a scale of one to ten. I downplayed some things to make then seem not as they were. Not the point. Being truthful l, especially toward people you care about is important.
The final thing I learned is that I’m appreciated and loveable. I’ve had a few problems this year with self confidence. I’m better now and will rock whatever the heck I want, but I am disappointed is took me so long to realize that I’m appreciated and that I’m a beautiful unicorn who you don’t wanna mess with. Just because I act crazy doesn’t me I am crazy.
What I’m trying to say I guess is that if you don’t like me that’s okay. If people don’t like you that’s okay. Being yourself us what people love. Don’t let anyone get in the way of your unicorn horn. Impale the haters. Unicorn on guys! Thanks for sticking around to my slacking self.
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