During a discussion, if I have the slightest grammar mistake, she’ll rectify it. At those times, she truly reminds me that she’s a English teacher. When I’m sad or something happened to me, I run to her and vent. She’ll be there to listen and make me feel a hundred times better. Oddly enough, I also tell her about cute boys and she tells me to flirt. Or, sometimes, we pass time discussing how great Jack Johnson is. Then I wonder, who is she? a English teacher? a mentor? as friend? a motivator?

There’s only one answer to those numerous questions, yes she’s just every one of those roles in my life. In August, she was titled as my English teacher and nothing else. My first impression of her was, “Oh wow, she’s scary.” On the first class, I still remember, she wanted to get everything accomplished so she rushed us and kept us on task like a military commander. I was literally freaked out about the rest of the year. Yet, the next class she was so kind and laid back. I was alleviated. Somehow as time passed, my English teacher became somebody who went over and beyond her job and provided comfort for me at school.

Now, I feel comfortable stopping by her room here and there talking about my life in general. When I send her a freak out email, she’ll kindly reply and let me take a breath. When I feel like giving up and hopeless, she starts spilling out her high vocabulary making me feel worthy. She made me realize that I enjoy writing. Moreover, she helped me grow as a writer, which lead me in writing my favorite essay. I feel like she has become somebody who knows me well enough to keep me reaching for my goal. Yesterday, when I sent her a email telling her that I don’t I’ll be going to college, she replied saying she’ll write my recommendations. I can’t wait until I graduate and she adds me on facebook, I bet it’ll be a whole different part of her that I’ll get to find out. Moreover, despite the end of my amazing English class, I’ll be seeing her too often next year. Maybe I should pay a rent in her room. Anyways, she did a good job flooding the room with tears today. I sincerely respect her with all my heart and love her for all she’s done for me and also for making me realize my love for writing. Ms.Patterson, Ms. P, Ms. Patty- you won’t be my English teacher anymore, but you’ll still be my favorite teacher.

“I’m not saying, but I’m just saying.”

To end the blog in Ms. P style, Cheers!

Image from Ms. P

It’s hard to admit that you only have two friends. It’s even harder to admit that you’ve changed. The hardest thing is to say both of these facts in front of a cold room full of people.

“There are two reasons why I’m standing backwards. One, because my heart is beating at the speed of light. Two, because I don’t want you guys to be scared of me.”

She admitted to the crowd that her first year in KIS, people only saw her with two friends and many people were afraid of her. Yet, she declared that she changed this year. She realized that she needs to be more involved and sociable with more than two friends in order to survive high school. This girl gave me goosebumps just by listening to her frank words. She nervously, shaking at the same time, spoke to the crowd, “It was through my friends that I’ve changed to who I am now.”

It was a moment that I realized the power of friendship. She told me I was a changer. The one word “changer” made me feel like the most accomplished person on earth. Her eyes soon filled up with tears and I felt speechless. As much as I loved her for who she is and was, there always seemed to be a part of her that was stubborn. However, that idea about her was totally broken today. It just dissolved as she frankly, so nervously gave her speech. She, one of the most confident girls I’ve ever seen had her back to the crowd, shaking and giving a speech from the bottom of her heart. She, today, made me feel worthy. I admire her for being able to accept or rather admit facts that many people including myself want to deny.

Wipe your tears because it’s these facets of you that makes you the amazing person that you are and you’ve become.

These days, let’s say, it’s been rough. Sophomores are on fire. As you know, it’s almost summer,which means finals. Luckily, in KIS, some teachers make the choice to create a final project rather than a test- in my case, four of my teachers. Now, the past week has been busy getting this and that done. The English story board was due on Friday 3 P.M.

Stacy and I are in the same group and so is Michelle, who just recently came back from FarEast. Anyways, staying on topic. Basically, Stacy and I were overworked this week and found no space to finish our project, but Thursday night, the night before the story board was due. So…we had to meet at 11 P.M. at my house in order to get it done. Well, it didn’t end up quite as we planned. This random girl just decided to come over as well and finish her project with us for the purpose of staying a wake. I’m totally joking about the “random girl” part, since it was a insane girl who Stacy and I both knew very well, maybe too well.

It was around midnight that Dabin, Stacy, and I started on our project because we decided to have a photoshoot. We dressed up as…. uhm, no idea. We were just odd. After enjoying ourselves, it hit us that the project was due tomorrow. Unfortunately, we had to zoom into reality and get down to work. Three macs opened at once and silence filled the room, which was once the loudest place on earth. As we were working, I commenced to discuss with my partner, Stacy. Well, not exactly discuss since she was in dreamland apparently. For five whole minutes, I was discussing the project to myself or with my snoozing partner.

“Stacy, wake up!” I yelled.

“I’m awake,” replied she.

Too bad after two minutes she was back into the dream she never remembers.

“Stacy, wake up!” yelled Dabin, this time.

“I’m awake, what should I do?” Stacy questioned.

Another two minutes passes by, she’s knocked out. If I had to pick the most tritely yelled quote that night it’d probably be…

“Stacy, wake up!”

Starbucks is the hot spot for gossip. Pushing the glass door, the coffee aroma rushes into my nose. I told myself that I’m not going to drink coffee today, but it’s impossible to bare the smell of Starbucks coffee.

As usual, we order a vanilla latte, caramel frappucino, and a caramel macchiato. Waiting for our drinks, we smell the coffee beans. Yet, as soon as our drinks are ready we rush up stairs to find a comfortable seat. Mina as usual wants to sit on the couch and she does. We start taking sips of our incredibly tasting coffee. Soon, the coffee brings us together in our own little world. Looking foolish, we sit there laughing for the oddest things. Talking loudly, we gossip like no other girl. It’s a coffee break, the time we update each other on the “latest news.” Moreover, the time we laugh at everything. Thinking about it now, there’s so much told at Starbucks, the current events. It’s surprising because life seemed just same old life without anything new. Sitting with a cup of coffee and two best pals just made life interesting. Explaining about our day or days makes time fly away. There seems to have been many new things that happened for the past few days. In a way, boring happenings in life become the funniest things in life. Yeah…not sure how it happens, but it sure does happen every hangout. Just a little amazing how a cup of coffee can spice up life immensely..or is it the sugar in the coffee that just hypes us up? Oh well, as long as we’re happy the cup of coffee is worthy. I’d say……

starbucks=ecstasy

After mentioning so many people on my blog.. it’s time to introduce my partner in crime. She’s new to KIS this year just like me. She takes the ugliest pictures of me ALL the time. She makes fun of me all the time. She is violent. She is crazy. Her name is Annie.

We are just like Ms. P and Ms. H. We worked on yearbook together, which drew us closer and made us meaner to each other. We’re not best friends, but we certainly are partner in crime. Often, I make her read my essays asking for her criticism. She’s the only person that I trust with my writing. I think the main reason is because she gives me the negative feedbacks as well as the positives. Usually, people only mention the good parts and rarely the negatives, unless it’s a teacher reading your paper. It’s weird how somehow we got really close. English and yearbook buddies, I guess is the appropriate term here. She told me that she might move and I thought that I’d feel empty without her during yearbook and English next year. Fortunately, she’s not moving.. at least I hope so. We’re just two weird girls that enjoy making fun of each other, but we do get down to business after all the fun we have playing Wii and eating at the diner. She’s quite hilarious. Her facial expressions are a killer, I’m telling you she is the partner in CRIME ! Oh and she got major OCD infection from me. Now, she can’t stand it when pictures aren’t aligned correctly with the margins after all the insanity I made her go through due to my OCD driven self. At least this way, we manage to get things done perfectly aligned. I still wish she wouldn’t take paparazzi NASTY pictures of me. Her camera is too frank and I hope one day it disappears. Anyways, it’s always good to have somebody to rely on whether it’s in English class or yearbook nothing is better than this partnership we have created.

catch us around… making no sense. laughing at javajava. talking about hilarious times in spanish class. eating at the diner. playing wii until we feel sore.

By writing this blog I am keeping a promise I made with Mina Park on April 3rd 2008. I also promise to never ever erase this blog about MINA PARK.

Today, Mina came over to my house to see how I was doing hopping on one leg. She forgets 6789 times a day that I got surgery. Everyday I remind her that I got surgery and I explicate the reasons over and over again. Nevertheless, she never seems to remember and believes that there is another bone growing out of my foot. I know, it is totally disgusting, but it’s Mina wondering in her own little hooha land. Well she told me she was going to bring me a bucket of ice cream since I still strongly believe that ice cream cures everything. Yet, she was at my door without a bucket of ice cream. What a tragedy, I know. What was more tragic was that the Baskin Robbins near my house was closed down. Yet, I decided to make her blueberry muffins to show gratitude (?) Anyways, so we were baking and the next thing we know the muffins collided and who knows what. However, it ended up tasting yummy with sprinkles and Betty Crocker vanilla icing

We didn’t do much for 5-6 hours. All we did was laugh and laugh again until we were tired. We took twelve polaroid pictures and I realized my films were outdated…since it was best before August 2005. Yet, the pictures ended up coming out with a vintage hint to it, although the color wasn’t at its full quality. It was a day of doing pointless things, but a day of too many laughs. Oh and I need to mention the existence of Michelle Lim and an invisible Stacy Moon. OH and we watched youtubes of this comedian Russell Peter, he is HILARIOUS. After watching those videos, we were way too busy mimicking him. Such a fun day of just relaxing and laughing THANK YOU MINA PARK.. and Michelle, of course.

Trust me, not being able to go out and hang out with friends during spring break isn’t too pleasant. Having to hop on my right leg in order to transport myself, it is too painful to go out and have fun. Therefore, I stay home most of the day doing activities that require no or little necessity to move. Nonetheless, I cannot help, but to wish to be with my friends chit chatting and just have fun.

Ironically, today, I had a fun day unlike the other few days that I’ve just sat around the house. With the sound of a doorbell ringing, a pleasant visitor stood in front of my door. She was holding a bag full of food from Frankie’s. It was the perfect combination to cheer me up from my gloomy mood. A stupendous friend with a delicious smelling lunch. She certainly brightened up my spring break by delivering a fabulous lunch. More than the amazing food, it was nice to have a close friend hang around and updating each other on the latest news. The few hours that we spent eating and watching The O.C. together must’ve been the best few hours of my spring break so far. She made it as if the party I missed out on was brought to me. I guess some friends are some of the best people I’ll ever meet. Thanks Jo!