I had a dream last night.
Wildly appropriate for today.
Thank you, Dr. King.
I working on scholarships.
It feels like there are so many things I have to to do, yet when I write everything down, there are at most ten key things.
My brain feels foggy.
I really enjoy exercising, though. Even if I did bang up my leg a bit in a walking-while-reading incident.
I am going to do something I would normally be too afraid to do this year.
"A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle." - Kahlil Gibran
With a few amendments, that quotes aptly sums up my annoyance with some people.
19 January 2009
09 January 2009
a return to reality
This week has been the longest week of the school year thus far.
I don't drink tea/coffee in the mornings. I don't fancy the thought of becoming dependent on caffeine, but I'm constantly tired now. I've been spoiled by the whole 8 hours a night for two weeks that was winter break and its lovely snow days.
My violin teacher called me "fickle" this week. I'm starting to see it more in what I do, though it's not terribly evident.
There have been some things that make me want to leave even more this week. A few words of ignorance from the family. Relationships. Friendships. The news.
Coincidentally, I had scheduled a debate in Model UN to cover the entire Arab/Israeli conflict this week, but it got canceled due to the ice day. I still did all the research, though, which makes it that much harder to read the news every morning and hear about everything getting worse.
I know it's not as easy as this, but I wish people could trust each other more.
My disappointment comes in the radical individuals who take away the right of peace and security from the majority, and it is almost always the majority who pays.
I started AP Art this semester. It's nice. Our first critique is not for two weeks, but I haven't started on anything yet. I need a theme for my concentration. I was thinking "ordinary," but I have a slight feeling that that's been done before.
I had a dream the other day that my admissions officer from the First Choice was telling me why I was deferred. She called me a narcissist because I sent in photography.
My dreams have been very vivid lately. I wish I was better at lucid dreaming. I've only managed to do it once, but it's really very fun--I went from a Roman bathhouse to a medieval cobblestone street in no time at all. I'm quite grateful to my memory and imagination. It's supposed to be exhausting after a while, though, and I think I rather like the unpredictability of regular dreams.
I love crepes, but I think I want to try my hand at another type of foreign breakfast food tomorrow morning. Suggestions?
After breakfast will be violin. I'm a little certain I'll be holing myself up in the library in the afternoon, attempting to understand how to calculate volumes with integrals.
AP English is required to do a poetry recitation on the 20th. I read a few poems out loud last night. It was nice.
I don't drink tea/coffee in the mornings. I don't fancy the thought of becoming dependent on caffeine, but I'm constantly tired now. I've been spoiled by the whole 8 hours a night for two weeks that was winter break and its lovely snow days.
My violin teacher called me "fickle" this week. I'm starting to see it more in what I do, though it's not terribly evident.
There have been some things that make me want to leave even more this week. A few words of ignorance from the family. Relationships. Friendships. The news.
Coincidentally, I had scheduled a debate in Model UN to cover the entire Arab/Israeli conflict this week, but it got canceled due to the ice day. I still did all the research, though, which makes it that much harder to read the news every morning and hear about everything getting worse.
I know it's not as easy as this, but I wish people could trust each other more.
My disappointment comes in the radical individuals who take away the right of peace and security from the majority, and it is almost always the majority who pays.
I started AP Art this semester. It's nice. Our first critique is not for two weeks, but I haven't started on anything yet. I need a theme for my concentration. I was thinking "ordinary," but I have a slight feeling that that's been done before.
I had a dream the other day that my admissions officer from the First Choice was telling me why I was deferred. She called me a narcissist because I sent in photography.
My dreams have been very vivid lately. I wish I was better at lucid dreaming. I've only managed to do it once, but it's really very fun--I went from a Roman bathhouse to a medieval cobblestone street in no time at all. I'm quite grateful to my memory and imagination. It's supposed to be exhausting after a while, though, and I think I rather like the unpredictability of regular dreams.
I love crepes, but I think I want to try my hand at another type of foreign breakfast food tomorrow morning. Suggestions?
After breakfast will be violin. I'm a little certain I'll be holing myself up in the library in the afternoon, attempting to understand how to calculate volumes with integrals.
AP English is required to do a poetry recitation on the 20th. I read a few poems out loud last night. It was nice.
31 December 2008
DONE
DONE
DONE
DONE
DONE
Almost. I still have to send in my application fees.
But seriously, all those essays.
I am pumped. To be done. Even if it means I still have a paper and a lab to write. Even if it means I need three artworks by Tuesday.
WHOOOO.
I can finally start talking about the application process in the past tense. Things I'll need to include in reflections: finding colleges that match, standardized tests (& the student search service), writing essays, formatting, the common application, the waiting period (including how to destress and such), recommendations, supplements ... that's all I can think of for now.
I think I will celebrate by watching a movie and reentering my life. And being productive and actually starting my painting.
Oh, yes. It's New Year's Eve! A momentary reflection of the past year--passable, even pleasant. Memorable incidents:
Chicago
US History
Testing testing testing
Italy!
New York!
Anytown!
52 people at the first Environmental Club meeting of the year
40 people at the first Spectrum meeting
Homecoming Queen!
Relations with other people (a mixed bit of nice and confusing)
Things I look forward to doing in 2009:
Caring for my health! (exercising and bothering to pack healthy lunches)
SEEING AMMI AHHHHHHH
Doing the things I regretted not doing this year
Getting into college, gahgahgalg;lagjald
Graduation
Summer! Summer! Summer! Job!
Goodbyes
COLLEEEGGGGGEEEEE
I apologize for all the caps. They are kind of unexcusable in normal circumstances, but I am feeling like the vanilla ice cream on a root beer float.
DONE
DONE
Almost. I still have to send in my application fees.
But seriously, all those essays.
I am pumped. To be done. Even if it means I still have a paper and a lab to write. Even if it means I need three artworks by Tuesday.
WHOOOO.
I can finally start talking about the application process in the past tense. Things I'll need to include in reflections: finding colleges that match, standardized tests (& the student search service), writing essays, formatting, the common application, the waiting period (including how to destress and such), recommendations, supplements ... that's all I can think of for now.
I think I will celebrate by watching a movie and reentering my life. And being productive and actually starting my painting.
Oh, yes. It's New Year's Eve! A momentary reflection of the past year--passable, even pleasant. Memorable incidents:
Chicago
US History
Testing testing testing
Italy!
New York!
Anytown!
52 people at the first Environmental Club meeting of the year
40 people at the first Spectrum meeting
Homecoming Queen!
Relations with other people (a mixed bit of nice and confusing)
Things I look forward to doing in 2009:
Caring for my health! (exercising and bothering to pack healthy lunches)
SEEING AMMI AHHHHHHH
Doing the things I regretted not doing this year
Getting into college, gahgahgalg;lagjald
Graduation
Summer! Summer! Summer! Job!
Goodbyes
COLLEEEGGGGGEEEEE
I apologize for all the caps. They are kind of unexcusable in normal circumstances, but I am feeling like the vanilla ice cream on a root beer float.
28 December 2008
a morning winter walk and a finished art supplement(!).
At least I think I'm finished. I may do a painting or two in the next few days, and if I like one of them enough I'll add it to my collection.
Since I'm no award-winning artist or anything, my artistic endeavors are more a haphazard collection of photography, traditional art, and the designs I've done for my extracurriculars. My art supplies consist of a cheap point-and-shoot camera, lots of acrylics and colored pencils, and sharpies.
That is, my CD portfolio will be divided in those categories.
I haven't posted any art yet, so here's a selection of each of them:
Photography:
<----The background image, and these:
Traditional art:
Designs:
____________________________
I took a rather soothing walk today. I nearly froze off my face taking pictures and listening to the new albums I acquired over the weekend.
I think I will take a walk without my portable audio player sometime soon. I spent half a summer without one and found myself noticing the subtle nuances of my neighborhood much more. Something in the air was crisper. The sky was bluer. It's strange how much one discovers by simply paying attention.
______________________
Andrew and I got into a debate (as always) over the usefulness of the religious studies major (which I am considering). My main motive for possibly pursuing the major is this: to gain a deeper understanding of different peoples through the societal regulators of religion, economic conditions, and historical norms, each of which are not necessarily independent from the others.
Religion, although declining in its influence in certain circles, remains a chief aspect of many cultures. Through analyzing them, I would realize a perspective of their respective cultures unattainable through sociology or psychology.
Although some parts of old religious texts may seem dogmatic, I find the ideas that they present utterly fascinating, especially in their explanations on how the universe was created (a personal question of mine that will never be answered but always pursued). I believe it is possible to find some commonality in all religions and perhaps use this knowledge to unite diverse peoples.
Furthermore, it is possible that I will pursue religious studies in an interdisciplinary major more suitable to my goals, such as a History/Economics/Religious Studies fusion of awesomeness.
Hm. The one thing I dislike about being awake after 10:30 is my constant late-night hunger I refuse to nourish.
Since I'm no award-winning artist or anything, my artistic endeavors are more a haphazard collection of photography, traditional art, and the designs I've done for my extracurriculars. My art supplies consist of a cheap point-and-shoot camera, lots of acrylics and colored pencils, and sharpies.
That is, my CD portfolio will be divided in those categories.
I haven't posted any art yet, so here's a selection of each of them:
Photography:
<----The background image, and these:
Traditional art:
Designs:
____________________________
I took a rather soothing walk today. I nearly froze off my face taking pictures and listening to the new albums I acquired over the weekend.
I think I will take a walk without my portable audio player sometime soon. I spent half a summer without one and found myself noticing the subtle nuances of my neighborhood much more. Something in the air was crisper. The sky was bluer. It's strange how much one discovers by simply paying attention.
______________________
Andrew and I got into a debate (as always) over the usefulness of the religious studies major (which I am considering). My main motive for possibly pursuing the major is this: to gain a deeper understanding of different peoples through the societal regulators of religion, economic conditions, and historical norms, each of which are not necessarily independent from the others.
Religion, although declining in its influence in certain circles, remains a chief aspect of many cultures. Through analyzing them, I would realize a perspective of their respective cultures unattainable through sociology or psychology.
Although some parts of old religious texts may seem dogmatic, I find the ideas that they present utterly fascinating, especially in their explanations on how the universe was created (a personal question of mine that will never be answered but always pursued). I believe it is possible to find some commonality in all religions and perhaps use this knowledge to unite diverse peoples.
Furthermore, it is possible that I will pursue religious studies in an interdisciplinary major more suitable to my goals, such as a History/Economics/Religious Studies fusion of awesomeness.
Hm. The one thing I dislike about being awake after 10:30 is my constant late-night hunger I refuse to nourish.
23 December 2008
A slow withdrawal from an unrequited love.
The first two days of re-entering the application process were glazed with the lingering self-doubt and disappointment of my December 15th verdict. Anything I wrote was contrived, unoriginal, and ... bleh. It was frustrating.
I finished my Stanford application at 1 AM yesterday and watched Pan's Labyrinth until 4 AM. I woke up and decided to make a few loaves of challah.
I made lazanki for lunch as the loaves rose, did some therapeutic dough-braiding, and did a little more research on how to paint with oils and acrylics. I read 66 pages of Brave New World and sketched the lamp next to me with charcoal and pastels.
I downloaded Man on Wire. Before I went to bed, I wrote an opening to an essay.
Yesterday was brilliant. The one paragraph I wrote has inspired a complete rewrite of my Stanford essays, which I never would have forgiven myself for submitting. I think I'll revamp my main Common app essay. I also made some more challah today. I feel both sorry and happy for my future roommate. I don't know how baking and cooking are so linked with a certain level of happiness for me. I'm thinking about bagels or baguettes next.
I'm letting myself fall in love with my second choice schools. I want to experience that relief and excitement of getting into college. But there's no rush. All the things in the world are nice.
I finished my Stanford application at 1 AM yesterday and watched Pan's Labyrinth until 4 AM. I woke up and decided to make a few loaves of challah.
I made lazanki for lunch as the loaves rose, did some therapeutic dough-braiding, and did a little more research on how to paint with oils and acrylics. I read 66 pages of Brave New World and sketched the lamp next to me with charcoal and pastels.
I downloaded Man on Wire. Before I went to bed, I wrote an opening to an essay.
Yesterday was brilliant. The one paragraph I wrote has inspired a complete rewrite of my Stanford essays, which I never would have forgiven myself for submitting. I think I'll revamp my main Common app essay. I also made some more challah today. I feel both sorry and happy for my future roommate. I don't know how baking and cooking are so linked with a certain level of happiness for me. I'm thinking about bagels or baguettes next.
I'm letting myself fall in love with my second choice schools. I want to experience that relief and excitement of getting into college. But there's no rush. All the things in the world are nice.
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