What? Last day of school? No way...it doesn't feel like it, not at all. I'm probably too used to the feeling of pressure clinging to me every single day that I can't live without it. DAMN, I'm weird. On the other hand, I've gotta say, time passed fast. You'd say, oh wow, what a trite saying. YES, I'm this cheesy, so what?
Yet, I don't feel relaxed at all. SAT this saturday, and ACT next saturday. Plus, I've been working my butt off lately, well, not all the time, but you know what i mean, people procrastinate. Just finished one practice test a few hours ago, the result was pretty promising: 2110. Besides, I randomly made up some score for the essay portion since I don't know how to score my own paper thereby decided to not write it at all.
Sorry, I feel the need to babble on and on and ... on. My parents seem so uptight today, especially my dad. He was like: "oh, are you still gonna be able to finish the whole practice book for REVIEWING?" God forbid! It's not called a review book, ok? It's not like the more practice test I do, the higher score I will get on the actual test, they don't have a direct proportional relationship. All it does it's to help you get familiarized with the timing and various annoying rules. One thing I'm sure of is that I'm inevitably going to be stumped on and squished if i don't get through all of it. Let's wait and see, I'll do my best. And for your records, that's the best I can reach at the moment.
Have to stop now, my eyeballs are not within my control right now. They tend to rotate freely as they please when I'm tired. Yikes, that came out weird. Just not as bad as you thought it would be, just figuratively speaking. My eyes just stink. I better hit the hay before 1 am, otherwise, I will be doomed tomorrow. A brand-new-cramming-for-SAT day awaiting me under the sunlight, like I really look forward to it...pssshh.
Anyway, so much for the cynicalness (sp?) Wish me luck on both tests :)
Friday, June 5, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Writing my way out
I've always love to think about writing. The thought of it satisfies me somehow -- pondering on the choose of vocabs, going back and forth on the same sentence for half an hour to make it polished, and reading it out loud (in my head).
I simply cannot believe how much my writing has improved since I emigrated from another country. I learned to vary my sentence structures. Instead of mapping out the phrases in a parallel manner, I began rephrasing different sentences just to make it sound better, or more sophisticated (hopefully, that's my ultimate goal after all)
I should probably. My back aches because of yesterday's uber fun twisters, and my eyes are watery and drooping from staring at the screen the whole day. HAHA, I have to refrain from using computer this frequently, maybe an internet abstinence will plays in some time, if that's even feasible.
I simply cannot believe how much my writing has improved since I emigrated from another country. I learned to vary my sentence structures. Instead of mapping out the phrases in a parallel manner, I began rephrasing different sentences just to make it sound better, or more sophisticated (hopefully, that's my ultimate goal after all)
I should probably. My back aches because of yesterday's uber fun twisters, and my eyes are watery and drooping from staring at the screen the whole day. HAHA, I have to refrain from using computer this frequently, maybe an internet abstinence will plays in some time, if that's even feasible.
Monday, April 20, 2009
I dream a dream
I know the title seems a tiny bit hackneyed. But, long story short, everybody possesses his/her own dreams; they could just dwell in a nook of your heart, awaiting to be revealed someday.
OK, so I am a junior in high school right now. Since I'm taking a couple pretty rigorous AP and honor classes, I would mostly consider myself a candidate for top-notch colleges. However, for the most part, I'm pretty scared to tell anyone of my dream about the future. I don't dare to let anybody know beforehand, as though it would be crushed before I know it. Moreover, I hate comparing myself with those smarty-pants around me, which is what I do all the time, but juxtaposing really takes away my hopes sometimes.
Ever since the beginning of my junior year, I spent a large percent of my leisure time looking up all types of colleges I want to get in. I bought many test prep books. I even choose studying over sleeping sometimes for the sake of my GPA. But still, I'm afraid, afraid of someday, when I look back, I regret that I made this decision to work my tails off to get into prestigious colleges but ended up having my dreams NOT realized. Consequently, I always have conflict in myself from both sides to convince me to do this and that. Fortunately, I haven't given up on that.
Therefore, I promise, I will work to my full potential to achieve my dream. Yay, it even sounds cheesy to me, the author. But oh well, you'll see.
OK, so I am a junior in high school right now. Since I'm taking a couple pretty rigorous AP and honor classes, I would mostly consider myself a candidate for top-notch colleges. However, for the most part, I'm pretty scared to tell anyone of my dream about the future. I don't dare to let anybody know beforehand, as though it would be crushed before I know it. Moreover, I hate comparing myself with those smarty-pants around me, which is what I do all the time, but juxtaposing really takes away my hopes sometimes.
Ever since the beginning of my junior year, I spent a large percent of my leisure time looking up all types of colleges I want to get in. I bought many test prep books. I even choose studying over sleeping sometimes for the sake of my GPA. But still, I'm afraid, afraid of someday, when I look back, I regret that I made this decision to work my tails off to get into prestigious colleges but ended up having my dreams NOT realized. Consequently, I always have conflict in myself from both sides to convince me to do this and that. Fortunately, I haven't given up on that.
Therefore, I promise, I will work to my full potential to achieve my dream. Yay, it even sounds cheesy to me, the author. But oh well, you'll see.
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