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I sat through half of the honors assembly watching Sar fume. Why? Because Manuel, the 21 year old alumnus (you probably knew him, Irv) who had come to speak to us honors students had "taken [her] life and made it his own." He is a former Trojan who graduated in three years with a future in jounalism.
        Which is exactly what Sar should be doing. But instead she is considering Cal Poly. Inadequate financial aid. It's unfair. Unfair that there are a lot of people that don't deserve to go there nearly as much as she does, people that don't want to go there as badly as she does, that will be able to attend just because they have money.
        She's a good girl. An NHS-er (congratulations I knew they'd induct you...)
        Apes and I have made our decision. We will go to Rice Rocket University. We will room together. We will go to the pool everyday and avoid the freshman 15. We will go to Starbucks for coffee drinks made with nonfat milk. We will have rice, pho, and/or boba every day and shoot tapioca pearls through our straws at cars just for fun. We will make sure that we drive either Civics or Integras. We will live my dream.
        Something I had forgotten to mention about my dream. The friend I had asked was Apes, and she was very pissed off about being at UCI. Haha. I don't think she holds anything against it, really. It's just that she was dead set against attending that school. And now look at us. Anyway, it's not finalized yet. May as well wait for our other letters, right? =\
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I don't remember reading Joy Luck Club in AP English. Does that mean we didn't read it back then? Hmm...
What's wrong with me? I never have anything interesting to say anymore...
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You kno... i love that book. The Joy Luck Club was the only book i enjoyed reading in AP English. Most likely because i can relate so some much of the characters in the book, both directly and indirectly. True the story has a lot of sad moments, but once you see the true meaning behind the sadness, you see the happiness there, and it makes you feel good. I think i'm gonna read it again... have a lot of time over break. =P
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"...something inside of me began to die. I hated...the raised hopes and failed expectations. Before going to bed that night, I looked in the mirror above the bathroom sink and when I saw only my face staring back--and that it would always be this ordinary face--I began to cry."        Amy Tan         Joy Luck Club
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What kind of a psycho would sign her own guestbook? Why, that would be me. Yes, if you were looking at it and wondering what the heck all that jibberish was--it was me. I was at school (for those of you who were not able to pick those words out of the mess) fully intending to leave a perfectly normal message. Did I? I guess not.
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EVERYBODY CHA-CHA!!! I-am-done-with-fi-NALS! HEY!!! I-am-done-with-fi-NALS! HEY!!! I-am-done-with-fi-NALS! HEY!!! feels good...
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We really are immature seniors...
        Probably has something to do with the fact that we know we're seniors, and we don't really care what anyone else thinks. But all too often I see that the freshmen act more right in the head than we do.
        I've heard from half the schools I've applied to, and I can more or less guess what the other schools are going to tell me. No more waiting. Relief.
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Why are you doing this to yourself? I'm at a loss for words... must think this over...
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Self-evaluation. Yet another. And still no better.
        Sometimes I pick up the old journals I used to keep, old letters, notes. It's amazing how much has changed over the years. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. But it doesn't really matter anymore, because I feel like I've lost everything.
        Not everything in a material sense, I haven't lost anything tangible. In fact, I probably haven't lost everything, it just feels that way.
        I guess it just feels that way you lose hope, that little "feathered thing". What really brought on all this was college applications, and since then it has been growing. When I was asked to define myself and I had no answer. When I was asked about plans for my future and I had no answer. When I was asked to describe my virtues and I had no answer. Since then, my self-respect, self-acceptance even, has been declining.
        I've been trying to convince myself that I don't need anyone, and I think it's working. I never liked having anyone come too close to me, anyway. However, it's also made me wonder about what my life will be like ten, twenty, thirty years from now. That's where I really feel I have lost. I used to have so many plans for my future, but the desire to carry them out has faded. I wanted to get married, have kids, have a job. Now? All I want is to have a job that would allow me to be self-sufficient. I don't even know what job. I've lost confidence in myself. These past four years have done nothing but prove that I'm not as good, smart, talented, etc, as I thought I was. I used to think I was some sort of "academic Raskolnikov". Based on what? My supposed intelligence. Something I've grown to doubt. Something I've grown to resent.
        All this time, I thought that I would become more sure of myself as I got older. Isn't that what is supposed to happen? Instead, I regressed.
        And it just hurts so much.
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        I'm so sorry Sar. I can't believe I gave you my fever.
        Two thumbs up to Flute Girl who kicked some booty w/ her solo yesterday evening (Beethoven's Leonore No.3 I'm telling you it's not easy)
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"If you don't have a passion for something...it feels very empty."
        More wise words from a teacher. Very true.
        I feel like I lost my passion for anything sometime this school year. I miss it. Last year I felt driven to do everything. It's so much harder to get anything done, and I really don't want to get up in the morning--ever. I guess I'm just L-A-Z-Y...and I know I'm not the only one who thinks so =\
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Well, UCI DOES admit a high percentage of applicants. But, it still is a UC school...
1984 is interesting, considering most of what is predicted for 1984 didn't come true...
What the heck is a Wakatta???
It means "Understand?"
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"There are people who are thinking 'oh it's only UC Irvine...well that's only arrogance."
        Um, ouch. So maybe I wasn't exactly laughing and crying when I got my acceptance letter, but that doesn't mean I wasn't grateful. That doesn't mean I took it for granted. I'm happy to have a decent place to go. Why wasn't I in hysterics? Because it was only UCI. Not a bad thing, but in order for me to really get excited over something like an acceptance letter it has to come as a big surprise. Now if UCLA accepts me...that would be very hysterics-worthy. Only because I see myself as one of the obvious rejects. Wakatta?
        Oh forget the rationalization. I'm arrogant, concieted, and self-centered. I should be shot.
        I think that now that I have a little bit more time on my hands I should start reading a little more. Oishirichan has been reading 1984. Sounds fascinating. I reccomend it, although I haven't even touched it. It has been compared to Brave New World, which I loved. I'm going to have to go take a look at that book.
        Say NO to FACE CRIMES!
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Craving apples and juice at 4:30 am. Last time i woke up that early was.......... dang.. i don't remember. If i have a choice, i'd wake up at 1pm, otherwise i wake up at 8am for school.. but still... even if i wake up at 7:50am, i still go back to sleep for that extra 10 minutes. I guess i can understand the dying of thirst part, especially since you're sick. Being sick sucks. I really gotta watch out for the cold bug this week and next. Why? FINALS WEEK!!!!!!!! Argh....shoot me.
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what time did you sleep in order to wake up at 4:30AM?
I was sick, sleeping at odd intervals
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It's 4:42 according to my computer. I woke up about 20 minutes ago. And now I 'm sitting here eating apple slices and drinking orange juice. No one else is crazy enough to be up this early. That means I sliced the apple myself. Which is unheard of. I woke up craving apples and dying of thirst. Weird, huh?
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I'm sick. I mean, I'm really sick. I'm hurting-all-over-hot-and-cold-my-legs-are-going-to-fall-off-I-have-a-tennis-ball-of-death-stuck-in-my-throat kind of sick. I could use some morphine and a good twelve hours of sleep. School tomorrow =P I'm one of those people who goes to school with a 110 degree fever and gets everyone else sick. Stay away from me. That's a warning
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You know, posting that early in the morning is just WRONG. Who's up that early when you don't have to be? I feel sorry for you.
The scary thing about the math talk was that I actually remember doing that stuff. Not the math talk, but that I remembered doing some of those functions before.
If I hadn't given up coffee and tea for lent, I would offer to take you for coffee....yeah, okay, bye.
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You know what, a textbook-free school is a very appealing concept. I think. Getting rid of my physics book would be a great weight off my shoulders...literally =D Haha. Anyway, I can see where that might happen. Not having textbooks would force you to listen to the teacher, instead of allowing you to doze off in class (which I of course never do...sometimes) thinking that you could just read the material later and learn it then. And learn it wrong.
        You know what, the best thing about the math talk is that it makes no sense at all but it still sounds "grossssssssssssss". I've got more, but I've got to get going.
        In case you're wondering what the heck I'm doing on so early it's because I don't have zero period today so I don't have to leave the house until seven thirty. In case you're wondering why I didn't sleep later it's because my dad woke me up at six twenty telling me that I better get up because my mom has to leave the house at six thirty. Which she didn't, obviously. Being a non-driver sucks lots.
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I found this article while doing some research on the web, and i thought you'd might like this little excerpt:
-Ambiguous or incorrect explanations of scientific phenomena may help explain why one new study, which has been submitted to the journal Science Education, found that students who had taken high school physics classes that used textbooks did substantially worse in college physics than those whose high school classes used no textbooks at all.
An earlier study by the same researcher, Philip Sadler of the Harvard Graduate School of Education and the Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics, found that in some high-school science classes, students at the end of the year scored worse on their understanding of basic science concepts than they had before the class began. In typical high school classes, he said, ''The learning is minimal, and in some cases negative. Some kids have more misconceptions at the end of a course than at the beginning. ''
Here's the link to the website address: Textbooks flunk out
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Now THAT is grossssssssssssss.
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That's right Poker...give me some more of that dirty math talk!!!
"i wanna simplify you sooooooooo badly...let's define limits as we approach infinity!"
You know I'm just messing...right?? ;)
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After the funeral my dad and I went to church to go work at the yakisoba dinner fundraiser. He asked me what I thought of the funeral.
        It was different. He didn't really like it all that much, he thought that it was too emotional. I thought it was interesting. More so than the other funerals I have been to. I've been to about ten or eleven. Plus one mock funeral that we held at a seminar last year...but that's another story...
        The number one difference was the time of day in which it was held. I've never been to a funeral in the afternoon. They're always around seven in the evening. This changed the lighting and everything. There were lots of windows--some pink--and although it's horrible of me to say, the whole effect was like that of a wedding I had gone to once.
        The entire thing was really interesting, although I kind of zoned out when the minister started speaking chinese. A rep from each family of grandchildren, as well as some of the children and in-laws, went up to give a short eulogy-like message. It was all very emotional, which is another thing I'm not used to. Although the lack of emotion at funerals may be more of a Japanese thing than a Buddhist thing.
        This funeral was a lot less formal than what I'm used to. It was a little refreshing. I know it sounds weird to describe a funeral that way, but it was.
        There's actually a lot more to say but I'm getting kinda tired right now, and I can't really write properly.
        A little sidenote: I'm a Jodo Shinshu Buddhist, just to clarify.
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Haha...thanks. Keep in mind that the schools that accepted me are some of the least selective UCs. We shall see.
        Lollipops suck. I was eating one today. I don't know why. I don't even like lollipops. It was a cherry warhead thing. Now my tongue is burning. I brushed my teeth and almost died. Part of the reason is because I burned it while drinking tea, but the main culprit is the lollipop. Lollipops should go to lollipop hell. They aren't subtle like other types of hard candy. You have this stick sticking out of your mouth, and then you have to keep taking it out of your mouth. Eventually the stick gets soggy and you start finding little paper bits in your mouth. The color gets all over your lips and you look like a monster. No more lollipops.
        I went to the funeral today. It was....interesting. And different. Very different. I'll write about it next time.
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SEE! I KNEW you were too smart to get the whole line of rejection letters you were talking about. Somehow. Considering the circumstances. I must once again say...
CONGRATS!
Okay, that is all.
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I was looking at all of the little box thingies I have at the beginning of each post. Maybe I should try putting them at the end. It's what I wanted to do for our government magazine. Except I'm not writing articles. Maybe not.
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One more acceptance letter. Time to live my dream hahahah...
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Dang I got into Davis too! Their website has the application status thing. Relief. Granted, these two schools have fairly high acceptance rates. As of now I'm just crossing my fingers while I'm waiting for Irvine, San Diego, and Santa Barbara. I might have a chance.
        Irritating irritating, to think that I could have no worries about paying for my education. My dad just told me that if he had stayed with his old design company instead of freelancing our household income would be twice what it is now.
        Okay and now he tells me he charges about $40 less than what he should per hour. I'm hurting. I know that it shouldn't be all about the money, but it would be nice to not have to worry about financial aid.
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I know what an acceptance letter looks like. Who knew that UCR would make my day. It's not my first choice school, but at least I know that I have someplace to go. I know what you're thinking...big deal. Well, I'm one of those people who had envisioned ten rejection letters when they had only applied to eight schools. Now I can envision nine. w00tx3 (as Poker would say)
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