THURSDAY:
I learned a little more about my mom. I was sitting at the kitchen counter, I had just come back from open house I think. We were just having a casual conversation about how being rich leads to broken families. I found out my parents were on verges of divorce a couple times even after one of my sisters and I was born. We had lived with my grandma (my dad's mom), who always sided with my dad when my parents argued. One day, my mom got really fed up and actually packed her bags. My grandma caught her and my mom told her that she's spend a year getting a steady job and income then come back for my sister and me. Thankfully, my grandma apologized and stopped my mom. My mom said if Grandma hadn't stopped her, she would have left.
We had laughed at the ridiculous thought of my parents divorcing and my drama queen mom but now that I look back I can't help but look at my grandma's picture on my bookshelf and be eternally grateful. She smiles back at me.
Another thing about my grandma. We learned in Health kind of a while ago that "mature adults" can still learn new things but find it difficult (or something like that). The most clear thing I remember about my grandma was me teaching her English. She had immigrated when she was pretty old so she knew hardly any English at all so it was hard for her to communicate with my sister and me who had been born and raised in the states. I remember she tried to learn English so diligently. I remember once sitting in her senior home at the dining table and giving her the back of my sticker pad to write the English alphabet. I still have that sticker pad. It has numbers and the alphabet written on it in shaky penmenship. I see the vague pencil that was engraved into the paper too deep to be fully erased. I fought back tears when I learned about the mature adults in health. I miss her.
FRIDAY:
MINIMUM DAY. I love these days except the fact the classes are the same length and they just take out enrichment but why am I complaining. I hung out with seniors that day. It was really fun. I was initially supposed to help my mom out at work but my sister had to go somewhere so I went to eat Rubios with mainly Peter and Mahesh with their other friends. Ate yummy quesidillas (however you spell it) and didn't waste any money cuz Peter eats like crazy and stays skinny. Hate those kinds of people >:0 Then we went back to school, the last place I wanted to go. They were going to play basketball and invited me to join. It was actually really fun. I scored some points for my team, beat up Mahesh, got to dirty Peter's new shoes, and laugh a lot. Slowly, everyone started to leave and it ended up being Peter, Mahesh, Will (aka Andrew), and me. Then I got my wish. YOGURT. Plus, it was Yogurt Factory where yogurt is always buy two get one free. But like the yogurt isn't as good quality as the other yogurt places but Mahesh's yogurt was free. I'm not complaining (Peter just took some of ours).
Then everybody went separate ways around 4/4:30. Mahesh took me home but he ended up picking up Cindy because she needed a ride to Spirit Night for DCON, where I also needed to go. My mom was going to take me after work but she had to go somewhere else to pick up some things for work. The fastest she could take us was at 5:30 but Spirit Night ended at 6. Great. Mahesh can't take us because he had work at 5/6. Well, Mahesh picked up Cindy and took her to my house. The three of us stayed at my house, played with my dog, just kinda hung around for a bit. Cindy was frantically trying to find a ride and Stella ended up coming over as well. AHAHA. PARTYYY! Cindy finally found a ride from Tim Pei, who picked all of us at my house. (Mahesh left to go home and then to work.) We ended up going to DCON for about 30 min. and then we (Peter, Brian, Cindy, Tim, Stella, Chris (guy from Magnolia), and I walked to Brian's house, stopping by In-N-Out on the way to eat dinner. Cindy, Brian, Stella, and this other guy had to practice for a talent show on Saturday. Their dance routine was pretty good =] So many fun things happened all the while. HAHA. Stella accidently slipped on the wood floor and kicked Chris (the "other guy") in the crotch. xDD sorry chris. AHA. I ate all of Brian's snacks; I couldn't help it, I was hungry (I didn't eat at In-N-Out because it was too early for dinner). We watched this AAAAAAH goat youtube video, danced to "Gee", and saw Peter and Caesar reunite (so cute).
BUT. We ended up staying until 9. I was supposed to get my mom to give us a ride home but my mom was going to church when I called her. (I'M SORRY CINDY! REALLY SORRY.) Cindy HAD to get home at by 9:30 and my mom wasn't coming any time soon... Cindy called her mom and ended up yelling at her for this/that and grounded Cindy saying she can't go to the talent show on Saturday. DUN DUN DUN. But thing is no one was mad, in fact they cared more about Cindy. Even Chris offered to give us a ride home. Everyone remembered the fun times they had and new those moments were so much more valuable than the three-minute spotlight the next day. Brian's mom had to pick up Brian's sister in La Palma so she took Tim, Stella, Cindy, and me home. She was SO INCREDIBLY nice. She never showed any stress of having to drive us home or how late we had stayed. She only kept worrying about Cindy and reassuring her that her mom was more understanding than she thought. Brian's mom tried to make Cindy feel better and even offered to talk to her mom. She was so positive, never angry, never frustrated, never chastising. I thought if there were more mom's like her, there would be less broken relationships. I want to be mom like her.
In the end, Cindy called me later and told me her mom would let her go to the talent show on Saturday. Thank God and I'm sorry Cindy I caused so much trouble for you.
I think we don't give our parents the trust they deserve. No matter how much abuse, how much yelling, how much fighting, I can't help but believe every mother loves their child. We are caught up in our own misery that we neglect the respect they should recieve. Respect doesn't mean we have to bow down to them and take ever word that comes out of their mouth but our pride dramatizes the word and doesn't let us be open-minded to our parents. Maybe some parents are just not good at expressing their feelings like some of us. Or maybe our parent's feelings are always misunderstood and we are too caught up in anger, making it worse. I want to learn now before I catch myself hurting my parents and my future children.
SATURDAY:
No orchestra rehearsal in the morning this time because we had a concert later that day so I got my chance to finally sleep in on Saturdays! Except my littlest sister walked into my room and woke me up because she had to get socks and underwear to get ready to go to Korean School. -_____-
My cousin called my around noon, telling me to come to tutor because there was a Red Cross meeting (my tutor formed a Red Cross club). I told him my mom was at work (my dad was in Brazil and was coming home in the evening) so I had no ride. Well, apparently it was important because the president picked me up. It was important because they were talking about the positions for next year's Red Cross. Meeting done, I went to tutor, kinda fell asleep. I usually never fall asleep during tutor but lately I've been dozing off unintentionally. Finished tutor at 4, went back home just in time to take a shower and get into concert attire and went back to tutor so my aunt (my cousin's mom) could take me to orchestra rehearsal (we're in the same orchestra) because my mom had to go to work. We were almost late to rehearsal.
It was kinda fun. Orchestra's kind of boring because we dont' really get a chance to talk. So Jessica, Kiyo, and I had all the fun we could during our break. We were so hungry though! The food the orchestra was selling was SERIOUSLY overpriced. No joke. Onlyi if we could drive we could have twice the amount of better food with the same money we spent buying the overpriced food. RIDICULOUS. But we took pictures in the bathroom, typical girls, and had a great time. =] I personally think we sucked at our concert but according to our conductor, he thought it was our best performance. (sureee, whatever) But Jessica, Kiyo, and I decided to bring food for all of us to share at our next and final concert. WOOHOO.~
SUNDAY:
Church. Afterwards, I ALMSOT forgot I had the WASC performance thing at school. So I went right after church and performed there. Mrs. Miner bought us Costco pizza c(: and I got to play with her son, Aaron. HAHA. He's one energetic kid who doesn't know how to chew his food with his mouth closed before we play -___- some pieces of his half-chewed food ended up on my hands or my shirt. Still cute x3
TODAY:
Late start monday. Because of WASC, we weren't having zero period. Somebody could have told me that BEFORE I arrived at school! -____- not cool but got to see my friends early in the morning. =] Failed my math quiz. you're typical but a little different day x3
Jon Lee was talking to me about college today. I just realized how much time we have left. In two days, it'll be April. So we have the whole month of April, May, and half of June. That means 2 and 1/2 months of school left. Last year, I would have been jumping with joy and waiting for summer to come. But I wanted to cry when this finally hit me. Time is moving too fast. I don't want to graduate so fast. I wish time would slow down. I want to enjoy more of sophomore year. I missed so much already. It doesn't feel like I've been in school for over half a year. I want to spend more time with friends as sophomores. I dont' want more AP classes. I don't want to suffer through AP tests, SAT, college applications, and rejection letters. From here and out, even from after junior year, life just gets harder. College --> Grad school --> career --> etc. i just want time to slow down and bask in every moment. I want to have the luxury of wasting time. From now on, there's no such thing. BUT. Life is still life. Sure memories are things that just might hurt a little looking back on but people need things to treasure. Life is about continuously making memories. There's no end to the hardships but there's isn't an end to happiness and self-satisfaction.
PHEEWWW. dang. that took me an hour to write! HAHA. Look at how much things every single day is filled with.
P.S.
I'll be wishing you the best because I know how you feel at least a little bit.
P.S. 2
I felt really.. err.. loserish (?) because I seem to be the only one who updates every other day on her blog about her life like she has nothing better to do. But now that I've wrote an hour's worth of memories I think I just have a lot of memories I want to remember because my memory is bad.
