Hello again!
This is the second part of my previous post, which I'm updating you up more on my April and
If you haven't read my previous post, click here.
Okay, so, back to what I left off from...
After April, things died down in May - well, sort of.
My Chinese teacher assigned us a cooking project, where we had to make a cooking video using words we learned in class.
Being the person I am, I decided to do the project by myself because I'm an independent person. I mean, if this is the last and most important project of the marking period - I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want the possibility of other people dragging you down. (That may seem harsh, but we've all been there before when certain people slack off or something. It's not fun for a grade). I settled for a lemon blueberry muffin recipe since it was easy and delicious.
Our teacher thought it would be nice to give us a week or two in advance, since we had a three day weekend to work on the project. She also wanted us to bring in our dishes into class for a potluck on the same day the project's due.
Now, I didn't mind this at all. As someone who likes to be prepared, I didn't want to rush anything.
So I filmed a week before the due date, and the video's turned out well. A few days later, I started to transfer and edit the videos but the files got messed up while it was being compressed. So I ended up with no material to work with.
Great...
Then, I had to remake the video (at least it worked this time) the weekend before the due date. Finally, I had to make a new batch of muffins for the potluck since the previous batch would go bad if they're out too long.
Yup. For one project, I had to make 3 batches of muffins...
Sounds dumb right? But hey, at least I got the highest grade in the class though :D Woo, 99!
Anyways, moving on from my muffin madness...
Later on in the month, I went to an interview for a summer program for film making. I won't say much about this, because I want to talk more about this in another post.
May and June rolled around.
The mid-terms, exams, regents, and other hair ripping stress comes back around again. I remember days where I'd skip lunch to study, or had my face in notes whilst I walked class to class. The endless nights of review, where I didn't even have time to shower.
Some people may not take these exams as serious as me, or they might go farther in an extent.
I use to push myself to do good in school so I can show my parents you know?
To show them that, I actually have potential like my brother.
To show them that, I can be like the other kids that they compare me to.
To show them that...
I.
Yes...
Me.
Vicky.
Their daughter.
Can be smart. Can be hardworking.
Actually, no.
I don't mean "can."
I mean, "am."
I am hardworking.
It never worked though. Honestly, I don't think it ever will.
I don't think I ever will be that kid that parent's brag about.
I don't want to say I'm "sad" about this because, I think that the word "sad" lost it's meaning in the way people use it nowadays.
I've gotten numb.
For example:
In New York City, incoming high schoolers can take the SHSAT's, which is a standardized test to see if you can get into one of the 7 specialized high schools in the city(I think there's more than 7 now). These 7 high schools are considered the top 7 in the whole city.
(Keep in mind, my brother got into one of the top 7 schools).
I asked my mom, what she would do if I got into Stuyvesant (what most people consider as the #1 high school).
Guess what she said.
She didn't say anything, she laughed.
She laughed in my face.
It wasn't a chuckle.
It was a oh-my-fucking-god-I'm-going-to-piss-myself kind of laugh.
It may or may not seem like a big deal to some people. But it messed with me for a long time.
I never told anyone about this.
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I seem to go off on tangents a lot, sorry about that.
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At the same time, these things are what I want to share on here.
I want to go on about how my June went, but it'll probably drag this post on too long.
So, there will be a part 3 of this saga.
(Finally, haha).
Anyways, until then.
Bye!
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