Winter break. Usually when people think about winter break, they think about the holidays and a chance to relax - the basics. When I think about winter break, I usually become slightly relieved. I now have extra time to catch up on my homework! It sounds depressing, I know, but it’s the truth - the last couple of years, I haven’t really had a proper winter break since it’s almost always filled with schoolwork. This year, however, was a little different. Instead dragging myself around the house and doing homework, I was dragging my older sister around the house and helping her pack instead.
She had just moved out of her apartment in LA to come back home for around three weeks so she could move, yet again, to Florida for med school; she basically made our house look like a tornado had just passed through and one lucky person was given the responsibility to make our house look like a livable establishment again and help her pack - yay me. It honestly wasn’t that bad since it meant I was free from all of my other chores, but after a while it began to get annoying when my sister starting asking for things I had just put away - in front of her no less. So as a joke, every time she would ask for something or ask me to confirm that she had packed something away, I would say I didn’t know where it was at, which inevitably caused her to unpack and repack everything. Evil, I know, but I started feeling guilty after the second time and stopped (that didn’t stop her from breaking out in anxiety hives though). Case in point, helping my sister pack and spending New Year’s at the LAX airport meant that I ended up having to do all my homework the two days before school started up again. Needless to say, I have no idea how I completed it all - I felt mighty proud of myself at the end though since somehow, I passed last semester and am now staring second semester right in the face with false bravery written all over my face (second semester looks pretty scary, honestly).
Second semester doesn’t really seem intimidating in the sense that it is the last semester I will label myself a high school senior, but more in the sense that during this semester, I am going to have to get my life together. Seriously. Acceptances and denials from universities are going to start coming in and I still don’t know which school is my top pick. I mean, I know I applied to all of the schools that I wouldn’t mind ending up at, but out of the twelve schools I’ve applied to, I don’t know which school I can confidently say I have my heart set on. Thankfully, I have a little more time to figure it out - not much, but time all the same. And that's all that matters, right?
She had just moved out of her apartment in LA to come back home for around three weeks so she could move, yet again, to Florida for med school; she basically made our house look like a tornado had just passed through and one lucky person was given the responsibility to make our house look like a livable establishment again and help her pack - yay me. It honestly wasn’t that bad since it meant I was free from all of my other chores, but after a while it began to get annoying when my sister starting asking for things I had just put away - in front of her no less. So as a joke, every time she would ask for something or ask me to confirm that she had packed something away, I would say I didn’t know where it was at, which inevitably caused her to unpack and repack everything. Evil, I know, but I started feeling guilty after the second time and stopped (that didn’t stop her from breaking out in anxiety hives though). Case in point, helping my sister pack and spending New Year’s at the LAX airport meant that I ended up having to do all my homework the two days before school started up again. Needless to say, I have no idea how I completed it all - I felt mighty proud of myself at the end though since somehow, I passed last semester and am now staring second semester right in the face with false bravery written all over my face (second semester looks pretty scary, honestly).
Second semester doesn’t really seem intimidating in the sense that it is the last semester I will label myself a high school senior, but more in the sense that during this semester, I am going to have to get my life together. Seriously. Acceptances and denials from universities are going to start coming in and I still don’t know which school is my top pick. I mean, I know I applied to all of the schools that I wouldn’t mind ending up at, but out of the twelve schools I’ve applied to, I don’t know which school I can confidently say I have my heart set on. Thankfully, I have a little more time to figure it out - not much, but time all the same. And that's all that matters, right?