result of nothing

The result of having no homework is the greatest thing ever. I'm loving senior year to its fullest because not only am I able to spend time with my family more often without bickering or fighting over study time, but also I had many opportunities to go out with friends and bump into old friends.

Very very old friends.

It was a total coincidence to have able to meet my kindergarten friend Clara again during Clarice's recital. Not only did she have the same facial features as I have remembered from the past, but she also grew up to be a beautiful girl. It was amazing to see the chances of us reuniting together again and good terms unlike the unusual one with me and Clarice.

I found it very hard to let go of the responsibilities that I had for Key Club. Of course, I was so happy that the stress of planning events or contacting organizations was off my shoulders. However, the times that I was able to share my dedication to other people made me feel very nostalgic in which gave me a hard hit of how close graduation will be. It amazing how some of the things that we do in high school quickly become a routine for us every week that can easily break towards the end of the year.

Last week, my sister's residents bought her a Nintendo Wii for her birthday, which she brought home for use to play. To my disbelief, my father was obsessed with Tennis on the WiiSports, playing it six hours straight till 4 in the morning and woke up again 7 hours later to play some more. Talk about a very addicting fetish. As a result, we laughed as my father couldn't pick up a bowl of food.

bringing back some comfort

My apologies for that short hiatus.

Days are going by and school is quickly spiraling down to its end as Prom flies by and AP testings bring the year's horrible end. I just finished the Calculus BC AP exam, which much of my dismay, was fairly difficult and boring that I nearly fell asleep during the first half hour of the test. I can blame either it was for my body that was not used to the extra hour I slept or for the test's difficult problems that cause my brain to immediately shut down. I pray for a 5, but expecting it like last year.

The next test is going to be English Literature AP that I will almost guarantee fail unless my brain synthesizes information that I never knew that ends up being ultimately useful for the test. Let's hope my brain doesn't fart again and end up shutting down on me. Hope is a very weak word used in this sentence.

Seeing that I opened the Barron's AP book to try a mock test, I see almost no progression. I frown at my lack of motivation.

Monday was a "great" start for the AP testing week since I somehow developed a sore throat. I felt sluggish and hoped that it something temporary. I was wrong and started to make some of my remedy, hot lemon juice with honey drizzled in the cup. Even though it takes a long time for the sore throat to cure, it's alot more enjoyable than swallowing pills.

I am excited to see that Erica is going to hopefully be my roommate at Berkeley. I find it so troublesome though to come back to Berkeley for orientation and for other needs. I forget that the distance is more than just an eight hour drive every so often.