Enjoy your cancer

I’m somewhat infamous for speaking my mind, no matter how critical it may be.  And recently I called a girl out for making a huge deal out of not being able to go to a tanning bed anymore.  The reason?  She’d developed white sunspots on her skin.

AND SHE STILL WANTED TO GO.

People are freaking crazy.  And my grandparents wonder why I’m so intolerant.  But either way, I called her out.  She got defensive, called me a few names, and I told her that all of her points were invalid because I was simply stating that tanning was really bad for you, obviously portrayed by her current skin happenings.  I told her she was going to get skin cancer at the rate she was going.  Then...a crazy thing happened.   Her friend butted in, and said, “It’s okay, we can have skin cancer together.”  She said it....as if it was a good thing.  Further, she said, “Maybe she’s just afraid of going tanning,” referring to me of course.  I’m not afraid, I just realize how bad it is for your body.  But I was baffled.  These girls were idiots.  Another guy said, “You know both of my grandparents died of melanoma, and they didn’t even go tanning,” which made the friend sound pretty bad.  But I really just can’t believe she looks at skin cancer as something to blow off as if it’s nothing.

Whatever, they’ll all pay in a few years when they have severe skin damage and look like raisins.

You've ruined it

Today in biology, we learned about prokaryotic cells.  Prokaryotic cells are bacteria.  Prokaryotic cells are unicellular and lack a nucleus.  Thus, they reproduce asexually. And they reproduce fast.  They attach themselves to any surface that they can, and reproduce themselves all over it.

Thus, the five second rule has just flown out the window.

If you drop your food on the ground, bacteria are multiplying like rabbits the moment it makes contact.  By the time you can pick it up, there will be hundreds of little squirmy unicellular organisms all over it. And if you dare eat that food, you had better hope your immune system is awesome, because those little guys are going to swim around inside of you. 

This genuinely upset me.  I drop things all of the time; I’m a really clumsy girl.  And now everything that I drop is officially a breeding ground. Well, it always has been, but now I know about it.  And now I’m grossed out.  I guess this is just one of those, “What you don’t know can’t hurt you,” situations, because I’ve survived through it thus far without knowing it, but now the fear just might kill me.

E= mc whaaaaaat

I LOVE MATH.

But I hate the simple mistakes I make in it.  I made one mistake on a quiz that cost me half a point.  I was half a point away from a perfect score, and that small gap killed my ego.  However, it was completely my fault because I didn’t look over my answers.  I never look over my answers.  I don’t know why, it’s just habit not to. Yet I always make a stupid, little mistake, and every time I COULD check my answers, I don’t, knowing that there could be a mistake to fix.

Math is my strong point.  I am the definition of asian.  I adore math, I’m in math club, I look forward to starting new topics in math......I can’t help it.

It’s a cycle.  The definition of insanity is repeating the same action many times and expecting different results.  I guess this means I’m insane, because I never change my habits.

We fall into habits so much in our every day lives, because habits make things easier.  When you follow a habit, you know what to expect, you know how to react, and everything is predictable.  We thrive in situations we’re comfortable with.  But this cycle isn’t comfortable, so it doesn’t make sense for me to stay in it.

Honestly it’s probably my math ego thinking I’m too good to check answers or make mistakes, even though inductive reasoning says otherwise.

Consider this lesson learned

First quarter has been a huge, huge learning experience.  I’ve learned not to put things off.  Sketchbook, at home project, journals, portfolio...they’re all about to kill me, or have already done their part.

I’ve stayed up until ungodly hours doing my sketchbook.  Who knew that a journal all about what we do in Art could ever be hard?  Actually, it’s not hard.  It just takes a lot of time, because it involves making connections between history, culture, and the art you’re trying to produce.  It’s really, really interesting when you do it in accordance to your art.

The at home project is supposed to reflect 18 hours of work.  18 hours over a course of two days is nine hours per day.  Add on the fact that said project may take even longer than 18 hours.  Needless to say, I pulled consecutive all nighters in order to finish that project in time.

These journals are going to kill me.  I love being insightful, but producing an abundance of thoughts about things I witness in live all at once is slightly stressful.

The math portfolio does not consist of hard math.  But formally writing about math proves harder than the math itself, thus making it a tedious process.

What I’m trying to say: time management is key to not shooting myself in the head next quarter.

I'm not your bitch, and I'm sure not your friend anymore

I don’t understand girls.  I guess not girls in general....just this certain group of girls.  Those girls.  I mean, we all know who they are, how stupid they are, and just...generally where they’re not going in life.  But they continuously amaze me.  I walk down the hall, I hear, “Hey hoeeee!”  I log into facebook, I see a status, “Hanging out with my bitchessss,” though of course much less grammatically incorrect than that.

If they were my friend, they sure as hell wouldn’t be calling me a bitch, hoe, or any of the other terms I’ve seen.  What in the world drives these girls to address their friends like this?  I don’t understand.  I don’t understand at all.  Because in no context is “bitch” a term of endearment.

I don't think you can handle that

There are some people that try to be the best at absolutely everything.  They try and outdo everyone at everything, and in the process, can’t put their full effort into anything.  It would seem that these people have the right idea; trying to be the best that they can be at absolutely everything that they can.  And to a certain extent, this could be good.  But there comes a time in your life when you really need to focus your skills on one area, and their competitive edge won’t let them.  And when others start focusing in and excelling in their areas of expertise, these people will still try to be the best of the best in all fields, and thus will fall behind in all fields.

To establish our niche in society we must focus our skills on one area, and do our best at that, instead of trying to do everyone else’s jobs too.

It's getting lonely in here

IB kids don’t have many friends.  Stereotypically.  But stereotypes only exist because it happens enough within a specific group for the observation to even be made.  There is an accumulation of reasons for this stereotype, many of which I agree with, and each of which I know a handful of people that it describes.

IB kids don’t have time for friends.  As much as BDavis claims that IB is not time consuming, it really is.  If you’re actually doing the quality of work expected out of IB classes, it takes time.  It might not be the hardest thing in the world, but it takes time.  Many of my weekends are spent doing homework, or just IB related things (mostly art, duh..or maybe english and history...definitely history), instead of hanging out with people I used to spend all of my time with.  This creates frustration with those people, and between a lack of time and bitter feelings from them, we begin to lose people.  But that’s how it is.

IB kids are arrogant.  We think that just because we’re in all IB classes, get laptops, and are TOTALLY EXCLUSIVE IB DIPLOMA KIDS, that we’re better than everyone else.  Please, give me a life.  I know many people more intelligent than IB kids that just don’t want to take IB because it doesn’t offer the courses they’d like to take, or it isn’t their learning style.  Besides, we all know that certain IB classes are just a joke and an easy A...

IB kids like to flaunt the fact that they’re in IB.  Again, the arrogance.  They think that it’s awesome to always mention that they’re in IB.  It’s not, people get annoyed, and don’t care.  “Oh hey, in IB english...?” begins a common question in the presence of others, meant to inform those others that the speaker is in IB.  It’s superfluous, because the person you’re talking to is obviously also in IB english if you’re asking them the question.

IB kids set themselves apart intentionally.  There’s been exclusive IB costume days, exclusive IB hangouts, exclusive IB just about everything.  Because the IB kids like to set themselves apart and be seen as the IB kids.

I don’t know why I have such a vendetta against IB when I happen to be an IB kid.  Maybe I’m just bitter that I don’t have much of a life anymore.  Who cares though, I see scholarships.