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Per aspera ad astra

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34 days until graduation!  From my numerous boba and waffle academic projects to my Fitbit showing "fat burn" after an in-class essay, I will not forget all of the memorable moments that characterize my high school life. Reflecting from freshman year to senior year, I love how we have begun to find our interests and what keeps us going—rather than building ourselves similar to each other due to peer pressure and competition. During my college app research, I found that many claimed college was much more collaborative, and quite simply that is probably from our grown maturity and ability to work together without underlying intentions.  As the class of 2021, we've gone through quite a lot, and this specific school year was one unlike any other. But I name this blog post "per aspera ad astra," as it translates to "through hardships to the stars".  Albeit all of these challenges that the pandemic presented, we continued to strive and do our best, fully com

Wellness catharsis

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People always say weekends are for rest—but rarely have I felt a weekend for rest, as I'd always have something on my schedule/agenda to do. Last weekend, however, I set nothing. With schoolwork being an on and off switch (as in most work tends to fall on every other week, together), this weekend was an "off switch". As college applications have also come to a close, there really wasn't anything urgent that preoccupied me. The past few weeks I'd been stressed for some random reason and have had several cathartic moments of just letting my emotions and feelings spill. Having this weekend completely off was a new epiphanic moment for me, not knowing that great feelings can happen with "wellness"! I never really understood this "group mentality" high-achieving students had or this standard we unconsciously set ourselves to until some of my friends brought it to light both in the restorative circle and in FaceTimes. It was so true, though—things we

Absurd quarantine

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POZZO: what have I done with my watch? ... I must have left it at the manor. As a tragicomedy, the irony and humor in  Waiting for Godot never cease to make me laugh. Watching Pozzo play with his watch so much earlier—staying on top of his game regarding time—yet end up losing it is not only humorous but also deep. Symbolic of time, the loss of the watch shows the meaningless of time. But it also goes to show how disoriented and disorganized Pozzo really is. He appears fancy (relative to Vladimir and Estragon), with his chicken wings and watch that can calculate time in real-time, but in reality, he is just another human similar to Vladimir and Estragon.  Reading the watch scene, I couldn't help but think about all the times I thought I "lost my phone". Just as Pozzo tells everyone to be silent in order to hear ticking, I get someone in the house to call my cellphone, ensuring they're quiet so I can hear the vibration (ring, if I'm lucky). However, without my phon

A letter to my mentor poet

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 “Poetry is power. Making the choice to sit down and write or read a poem is power. It’s a choice. It’s self-care. It’s the start of a revolution. It’s change.” Dear Professor O'Neil, I'm super excited to be writing this letter to you, as I hope to let you know about how your poems spoke to me as a high school senior learning poetry. First and foremost, I love how you draw inspiration from the everyday and the ordinary. As I write my poems, I also find the most inspiration just from a certain moment or item, as these hold lots of meaning. It is our job as poets to express this meaning, and your poems are some of the most meaningful poems that I have read in that sense.  Poetry is power. Self-care. Change. This quote of yours empowered me in this poetry unit—encouraging me to not give up on the search for deep analysis, universal extensions, and personal connections. Upon reading "In Praise of Okra," I not only noticed the shifts in meaning and pace (which follow your

Happy spring to my backyard plants

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Jumping time, and Living organisms begin to swarm, grow, & flourish No longer do I stare out at blizzards But rather my mother's shadow. The wooden planks hold the bed stable Each plant in its position, we tuck them with water, spreading a layer across the comfy dirt and watching the plants go to sleep. We sing our lullabies that glorify & enlighten each and every plant, encouraging growth. I watch these plants grow with love, with care, with innovation. Just as each parent has their hacks, so does each gardener. Because that's what gardening is— a mother-child relationship. Each day requires a lifestyle, time with insect frenemies, food fertilizer, and water blankets. Time together is a healthy one. A happy one. Inspired by a poem behind my Chobani Oatmilk carton!