Today was back-to-school, and I felt excited!
Today was back-to-school, and I felt excited!! I guess that's because this are the last two quarters before graduation. I'm less than five months away!!!
New classes.
Old teachers.
I'm praying for the best.
So, I forgot last time to mention that I cut my hair. I mean, it's not short, but I think there's kind of an optical illusion 'cause when I tie it up in a ponytail, it appears super short. I like how it looks that way although I do not like much how it looks loose. Sara, grandma Mercedes's maid, cut it, just because she overheard me talking about cutting it and she offered and how could I just say no to her face. I asked for long layers, so that it was still long but it could have shape and volume or whatever. And she screwed up...although I doubt she realized it. One half of the top layer is shorter than the other half and even though I can't see it from behind, Aunt Rosa (the godmother) pointed it out.
Ugh.
But I can still style it nicely with wavy curls after a two-day braid.
The real trouble though was when people found out. First, Mom. She said, "did you ask your dad?", like I need his permission. It's MY hair, people, MINE. In the end, he didn't even notice it.
Then, my grandma Isabel and Aunt Indira and Tyra. Nosy Tyra, as soon as I entered through their door she exclaims, "Mami, se cortó el pelo!". Ugh.
Grandma Isabel whined about it for like five minutes. Aunt Indira made remarks during the whole time we were there. Ugh. Ugh.
And in school today, Mrs. Ilze noticed first. I think her reaction was a pleasant one (hers are rarely unpleasant). April's and Fernando's were alike, surprised but indifferent. Nicolle's was thrilled; she even said it looked good on me.
Benjamin's, Noor's and Vasni's were upset. I did just the same as with my aunt and grandmother, ignored them 'cause they have no say in what I do and I don't have to explain myself if it does not concern them. Obviously, I'd never say that to them.
I'd never say many things to many people.
I've been using my agenda a lot. I still don't know if I should take it to school, though. I'm still learning to use it.
I'm hoping to continue "learning" Japanese.
I want to have pure hundreds this quarter.
Oh, right after school, the primary school president, Pamela Pagoada, went to Mrs. Ilze so she could proofread a letter to Mrs. Hyde. I happened to be standing there and seeing as my teacher was currently busy, I asked the young girl if I could read the letter. Granted, there were a few grammar mistakes and in general, poor writing. So, I helped her. She's in sixth grade; her "suggestions" were very unlikely. Despite that, I corrected and generally made better the letter (not to brag). Afterwards I felt good. I helped someone. Good for me.
Speaking of, I sent the Walton application! Praying is the only thing left to do, I guess.
There's still the Japan scholarship and hopefully other possibilities, though. I'm still in the rough trail in the race.
Thank you God for all the blessings you've given me.
New classes.
Old teachers.
I'm praying for the best.
So, I forgot last time to mention that I cut my hair. I mean, it's not short, but I think there's kind of an optical illusion 'cause when I tie it up in a ponytail, it appears super short. I like how it looks that way although I do not like much how it looks loose. Sara, grandma Mercedes's maid, cut it, just because she overheard me talking about cutting it and she offered and how could I just say no to her face. I asked for long layers, so that it was still long but it could have shape and volume or whatever. And she screwed up...although I doubt she realized it. One half of the top layer is shorter than the other half and even though I can't see it from behind, Aunt Rosa (the godmother) pointed it out.
Ugh.
But I can still style it nicely with wavy curls after a two-day braid.
The real trouble though was when people found out. First, Mom. She said, "did you ask your dad?", like I need his permission. It's MY hair, people, MINE. In the end, he didn't even notice it.
Then, my grandma Isabel and Aunt Indira and Tyra. Nosy Tyra, as soon as I entered through their door she exclaims, "Mami, se cortó el pelo!". Ugh.
Grandma Isabel whined about it for like five minutes. Aunt Indira made remarks during the whole time we were there. Ugh. Ugh.
And in school today, Mrs. Ilze noticed first. I think her reaction was a pleasant one (hers are rarely unpleasant). April's and Fernando's were alike, surprised but indifferent. Nicolle's was thrilled; she even said it looked good on me.
Benjamin's, Noor's and Vasni's were upset. I did just the same as with my aunt and grandmother, ignored them 'cause they have no say in what I do and I don't have to explain myself if it does not concern them. Obviously, I'd never say that to them.
I'd never say many things to many people.
I've been using my agenda a lot. I still don't know if I should take it to school, though. I'm still learning to use it.
I'm hoping to continue "learning" Japanese.
I want to have pure hundreds this quarter.
Oh, right after school, the primary school president, Pamela Pagoada, went to Mrs. Ilze so she could proofread a letter to Mrs. Hyde. I happened to be standing there and seeing as my teacher was currently busy, I asked the young girl if I could read the letter. Granted, there were a few grammar mistakes and in general, poor writing. So, I helped her. She's in sixth grade; her "suggestions" were very unlikely. Despite that, I corrected and generally made better the letter (not to brag). Afterwards I felt good. I helped someone. Good for me.
Speaking of, I sent the Walton application! Praying is the only thing left to do, I guess.
There's still the Japan scholarship and hopefully other possibilities, though. I'm still in the rough trail in the race.
Thank you God for all the blessings you've given me.