Summer Cheer

Remember New Year Cheer? Here are some more funnies from my family and friends to brighten up your summer.

When playing Would You Rather, QuaQua listens carefully and then gives a totally random answer.

My Question: “Would you rather walk backwards all day or walk on your hands all day?”

Qua’s Answer: “I can’t walk forwards.”

My Question: “Would you rather be able to fly or turn into different animals?”

Qua’s Answer: “I want to turn into a fly.”

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Patience and Perseverance

Recently I got to go on a field trip with my biology class. It was a great experience, especially when I sat down, reviewed in my mind, and wrote these reflections on it.

I woke up at 5:18 am, got dressed, and packed my bag. I was ready for our biology field trip. Snacks? Check. Phones, headphones, and splitter? Check. Extra change of clothes? Check. Camera? Check. Rubric for the project? Check. Books? Check. Blanket? Well, no room, but a jacket will do just as well. But the things I didn’t prepare for were the ones that taught me the most.

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Distance to the Stars

A short story inspired by Between Two Points, by The Glitch Mob. Notice that their album cover shows stars over the desert.

“When you’re lost in the desert, always remember to look up at the stars,” mom used to say. It was wise advice, but I always wondered if it wasn’t better to look down at where you were going, to make sure you didn’t trip over anything or get hurt. It was wise advice, but it didn’t seem to help mom any when she got cancer and died. People always seem shocked about how easily I can talk about her death. They’re even most surprised when I tell them that I’ve never cried about loosing her. I say that a lot can happen in three years. The truth is, in three years I learned to look down at the rocks and sand and forgot about the stars.

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The Game of Truth

The happy clown who hands out candy has chosen you to be his player! You join his special Game, and, hopefully, win the prize at the end. The clown and his assistant won’t tell you what the prize is, but you’re sure it’s something amazing. Never mind that you have to stomp down the other players to get it. Never mind that the Wild Cards warn of danger ahead with strange verses from an outdated book that they believe. Never mind that you must choose to eat a forbidden fruit – to take on selfish ambition – to hate your family and friends — to become chained down by your own sin. But when the chains are put on you, that’s when you realize: it’s not enough. Even the prize won’t be enough to fill you. The Wild Cards return, and you listen to their words. They tell you a story, a story of unbelievable love and unimaginable sacrifice. And you cry out for the Creator they’ve told you of. And He comes. He sends the clown and his demon away, and He rescues you. He forgives you.

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Dealing With Diversity

Yesterday I was sitting at school in a covered pavilion, enjoying the breeze and the sunny day. Above my head, flags from 16 different countries waved. An American math teacher patiently explained the rules of multiplying negatives to three 8th grade boys: a Shimanese-German, a French-Dutch, and an Indian. At the other side of the pavilion, I saw our American principal teaching a large group of Korean, Brazilian, Indian, Shimanese, and American seniors. These are the bravest people in the world, I thought. People who have left their comfortable homes, traveled to the other side of the world and somehow made a home here. And their friends are people from all over. It’s not easy. Continue reading “Dealing With Diversity”

The Final Goodbye

Death is a goodbye. And goodbyes are a death.

Death is a goodbye to this world; to everything we have loved and clung to, rejected and taken for granted. Emily in Our Town says it best, as she prepares to leave the world and return to her grave: “Good-by, good-by, world. Good-by, Grover’s Corners… Mama and Papa. Good-by to clocks ticking… and Mama’s sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths… and sleeping and waking up” (Thornton Wilder).

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Sparkles, Lace, and Banquet

This weekend, my school celebrated an event called banquet. Every year, the junior class plans and hosts banquet (which is basically prom). The guys ask the girls, they learn swing dance (the only type of dance we are allowed to do), and then they attend the event together. It’s a big thing, and I’d been looking forward to it for more than 6 months.

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Meet My Real Friends

Last week, for the first time, I got to meet an online friend in real life (or IRL, as those of us online wistfully call it). As I waited for my friend Rose to come to the hotel, I felt my stomach knotting up in the way it does when I’m nervous. I kept frantically messing with my loose hair, since she’d talked about how much she would love my locks. We’d confessed beforehand, over email, how scared we felt that we might disappoint each other IRL.

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How I Got Chickens

Once upon a time, 10-year-old me wrote this story for a 4-H chicken club. Since then, I’ve owned seven more chickens and one hundred ducks.

I was visiting my mom’s friend and she showed us a few chicks she had. They were adorable and small and that day I deiced I would try to get chickens. After we moved to Virginia, my mom and dad said it would now be okay to have chickens. I had to buy everything with my own allowance except the housing.

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