- The only thing more stressful than college applications is waiting to hear back from colleges.(seriously though)
- It’s okay to cry because you’re uncertain about next year—almost everyone else in your grade is too. Reach out and freak out together.
- You don’t know how much you’ve grown up until you realize you were once one of those obnoxious freshman in your chill elective class. (more…)
14 things after completing first semester of senior year: January 13, 2014
Turn Table Tuesday: Songs for the week of 8/14 August 14, 2012
A new series dedicated to Haley’s new-found laziness brought forth from feeling guilty by not posting in a few days and having nothing beyond a fresher Itunes to prove this.
1) This is basically one of those online symphonies but for a more commonly known song for this day and age. Another way you could probably describe it is a much more technical mash-up but limited to one song. I’m no music theory pro(doubt I even have the circle of fifths still in my brain at this point) yet I can still catch some of the harmonies while appreciating the beauty of this piece.
2) I think one of my close band friends messaging this to me with the text “This made me cry” describes the potence of this simple brass cover better than I can. (more…)
Europe Trip: Part 7-Ireland; Guinness Factory Tour July 21, 2012
Disclaimer: Please bare in mind that I’m sixteen which is considered both underage in both Europe and the US. Contrary to popular belief, the drinking age in Europe is eighteen—not sixteen. One of the Guinness Factory tour guides kindly explained to my sister, Mom, and I about the whole underage drinking thing in Europe. Basically if a place gets caught serving to minors, they could get their alcohol license taken away AKA: they can no longer serve alcohol to anyone—even if at/above the drinking age. My sister and I kept this information running through our minds each time we visited a bar, pub, or restaurant as we tend to come off as at or above the drinking age.
Our first night in Ireland was basically “Welcome to Dublin now go meet up with the other twelve people in your crew to embrace your Irish blood!”
With twenty-three people in our group, we opted for the private tour at the Guinness Factory which entitled for us to be educated by a Sharon Osborne lookalike.
The tour began with walking around the sweet musky scented building shaped like a pint of Guinness to learn about the five ingredients of Guinness(toasted barely, hops, water, yeast, and Arthur Guinness), distribution and manufacturing of the product, and how to properly drink Guinness with a chance to practice towards the end of the tour.
I personally had a great time on the tour as our guide did a fabulous job at integrate the science of stout making with the history behind the company. I believe it was a few euros extra for the tour guide but from what I heard from someone that went around the place without the guide, the added euros are well spent.
The tour ends with a visit to The Gravity Bar; the uppermost level of the factory surrounded with glass walls providing an incredible view of Dublin. Those with an adult ticket are “fortunate” enough to redeem part of their ticket for either a pint or half-pint of fresh Guinness and invited to enjoy their drink while admiring the view. Those with a childrens’ ticket were allowed to enjoy a complementary soft drink or if you’re either a Celiac(my aunt) or someone who doesn’t really drink soda such as myself, the air tasted incredible.
Everyone in the bar was relaxed and just enjoying themselves while not rushing anything; a steep contrast from what we endured in five days of London ram-rod. Even my parents who were getting pretty stressed out and frustrated frustrated seemed to be having the time of their lives as they enjoyed their beloved Irish Guinness minus the US preservatives. Pure Guinness and pure happiness.
In fact, my parents love Guinness so much that they named one of our three cats after the beloved stout so when we realized they had a gift shop, you better believe we did some pretty serious damage. And as we arrived to dinner, we noticed Dublin loves the drink just as much as we do:
Europe Trip 2012: Part 6-London 5/5 July 19, 2012
The final day in London can be summed up in one picture in which I look like total crap:
I figured what better day to wear Pizza John than the day we hit the Science and History(“Collection of shit England stole from other countries”) museums and the National Gallery.
Europe Trip Part 3: London- Day 2/5 July 14, 2012
6:25 am London time…1:25 am EST…my mind struggled at finding a time to accept so just opted to wake up. Besides, I was bursting with the type of excitement gained by a whole new world—the day prior had so many sights, thrills, and people I’ve never encountered in my life; let alone…I got a true test of how much I retained from French I/II:
Je parle UN PEU FRANÇAIS.Désolé! Désolé!
(clearly a lot) (more…)
An Introduction May 18, 2012
As I sit here on this Thursday night with roughly three weeks left of my sophomore year, I can’t help but to feel the smooth clicks of the keys under my hesitant fingers. For so long, I’ve been writing posts in my head to express the consistent flow of thoughts I once thought plagued me but now realize serve me justice.
Colleges, now I know you’re probably looking at my transcripts with a sense of disdain; please let me explain. I have passion for education and learning and submersing my mind in the daily joys/wonders of the classroom but I frankly don’t care about grades—I believe that a letter can’t explain how much you took away from the class and instead, only how well you can mold to society. Frankly, I don’t want to be molded by society because molding to society can be dangerous for both yourself and society. I like my independence and using my own mind to determine my worth. Where would this world be if it wasn’t for the go-getters and the innovators? We’d be no where but trapped in time.
Take my A in Physical Education for example. Really all I learned in that class was how thankful I am for the internet for educating me better than the curriculum ever could. Take the extremely basic sexual education curriculum for example as it’s limited to clip-art pictures of various contraceptive devices, being told STI stands for “Sexually Transmitted Infections” for the third year in a row, and don’t have sex because it leads to things that at our age, we’re probably not ready for(like pregnancy)—basically the point of the unit was to stretch the point of “you can’t ask in depth questions because as a teacher, I’m not allowed to answer them and abstinence is always the answer”. There was really no point to the unit when educators like Laci Green, Scarleteen, and Gurl.com have been promoting a complete understanding of the material without the boundaries set in the classroom as they promote questions and issues that apply beyond abstinence.
Alright, now look at my B in English II; a class that increased the clarity of my writing as my vocabulary drastically improved. Since the teacher was also teaching AP English III, she sometimes approached our class like an AP, which in turn, allowed me to mature my thoughts onto a high school scale. Considering how much of a constant writing is in our lives, I’ve been able to communicate as a more adept person in society since completing the course.
Frankly, I believe the value of our education should be based off how we progress society forward. Take Marie Curie for example; she went against the grain of the construct of society as she used stepped free from the norm. Not only was she a complete bad-ass of her time, but she also won various Noble Prizes for her contribution to the physical sciences—a first for a woman at the time.
The point of this blog is to show to you; the chancellors of my potential educational future, who I am and where my thoughts stand as I develop as both a student and a member of society. As everyone else submits their transcripts trying to impress you with an impressive list of extracurriculars, APs, high SAT scores, and applications hoping to win your praise; I want to be as raw as I am real in life in hopes of proving that I may in fact be suited for your campus.