esperanza brightly shine, the pink and the black?
i swear.. if someone were to visit our campus or even just see an esperanza group out at an activity, they’d probably think that we’ve changed our school colors to pink and black. almost all of esperanza’s extra-curricular activity shirts are pink and black this year. (pal, choir, volleyball, … etc.) what’s with that? and what happened to making school related shirts.. school colors? (you know, our traditional “cardinal and gold”) watever. i’m loving it. pink and black look hott together 😉
… not only that, but all the guys at our school wear pink and black now too. i was talking to this girl that goes to canyon before the SATs. when she saw this guy from my school wearing a pink and black shirt, she was like “wow, can that guy scream i’m a fag any louder?” i started laughing because i guess it’s not a trend at her school. 😛
poe power 😀
last week in Language Arts, we had this assignment called Poe Power where we wrote an essay describing a feeling and then played the essay with music. i normally don’t like Language arts assignments, but this one was a ton of fun to write, and i’m loving the presentations this week. it’s like an emotional roller coaster with the fear evoking essays to the top-of-the-world-i’m-so-happy essays. wanna read mine? yeah. that’s wat i thought. actually, it’s not really that good. but i just loved writing it 😀
Nerves. Anticipation. Heart beating anxiously in await for the coming race. My eyes dart rapidly from one opponent to the next. The previous day’s meet had decided our positions, and I was ranked sixth among the top ten racing 100 yd. breaststroke today. Concentrating on the upcoming race, I become jumpy, and in attempt to keep my energy going, I stretch. Slowly, as if signaling that my race is coming up, the swimmers lined up in front of me become less and less. I run the comments my coach had told me earlier through my head again and again. “Stretch out your stroke, pull hard,” he told me, “It’ll drop your times guaranteed.” Hoping not to let him down, I mentally picture myself doing all this perfectly. Breathing deeply, I can feel myself shaking. Last minute jitters have finally hit me, and time seems to pass by unusually slow. “In a matter of seconds, it’ll all be over,” I assure myself. “The faster you swim, the less time this will last.”
Finally, I’m the only one in front of the block, and it’s just about time for my race to begin. I look across the pool for assurance, and sure enough, as if they could read my nervousness, my swim friends stood on the other side of the pool cheering me on for the up coming race. Past my friends, I look on and see other parents from the team as well as my coach calling out my name. A smile forms across my face. Despite my parents not being there, the support is unbelievably reassuring, and as the official blows out one long whistle, I take a more confident step onto the swim block. Mechanically, I clap my hands, feeling the tingling at the end of each fingertip. Ears sharply attuned to the anticipated commands, I listen carefully for the official. With the command “take your mark,” I lean down and grab the edge of the block.
By this point the world around me has ceased. All that matters now is race that lays ahead of me. A single beep sounds, and the swimmers take off. A leap from the block, and instantly I’m gliding through the water. The cool water motivates my body to move as quickly as possible. As the adrenaline pumps through my veins, I feel each muscle stretching and contracting in a hurried struggle to reach the end of the pool. Water rushing past me, I touch the wall, and turn to swim back. My head replays motivational comments from my coach, friends, and parents, and my mind screams “Swim harder. Swim faster” as I edge closer and closer to my opponents. With another turn off the wall, I stretch past a swimmer that’s been next to me for the entire race. Taking a breath of much-needed air, I hear my friends still cheering me on. “Keep going,” my mind pushes. With a final turn off of the wall, I sprint my last 25 yards of the race. Closely in front of me I see others in the same race and push hard to catch up. I focus on the wall as it nears and push my muscles to their limit. When I reach the last couple of feet until the end of the race, I take one long stretch and hit the edge of the wall with the tip of my fingers.
Instantaneously, my body collapses, and I hold onto the wall until the other competitors finish swimming. Breathing hard and quickly, I struggle to pull myself out of the pool. Unsure, I glance over at the timer’s sheet to check my time, and in shock, I do a double take. My body fills with bliss as I comprehend the results. Had I suddenly jumped from ranking sixth to first and dropped my time by three seconds from my last race yesterday? “Could this be?” I thought to myself, “is it possible?” I check again, and smiling brightly, walk over to my swim coach. In a gust of happiness, he jumps out of his chair and gives me a hug. “Great swim,” he says with pride plastered on his face. My friends who had previously been cheering me on rush over and jump on me with excitement, and suddenly, I am overcome with a feeling of accomplishment and joy. I had managed to achieve a AA time, something I thought impossible when I first joined swim just five months earlier. The world suddenly brighter, my step with an incessant skip, I glide back over to the pool, and swim a cool down. As I swim, a smile remains on my face, and a single song plays through my head as a feeling of being on the top of the world rushes through my body. “This is what I swim for,” I tell myself, “it’s true, as Anne Bradstreet once said, ‘If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.’”
now play r. kelly’s world’s greatest 🙂
halloween
i totally didn’t expect myself to actually have fun on halloween. considering that it was the day before SATs and that i hadn’t studied for the SATs since i dropped out of SAT classes in July. to top that off, i’ve been so stressed out and busy this school year, that i havn’t even had a chance to take any of the “10 real SATs” that i bought in the summer. bad melo. :
my halloween was totally random. i got stuck at kinko’s for forty minutes after school because the people there are hopelessly dumb. i really don’t see wat’s so hard about copying a page of homecoming pictures if that’s what they do everyday of their lives and get paid for it. wouldn’t you think that knowing how to use a copy machine would be a basic requirement? roar. not only that. they tried to rip me off by making me buy paper to use for the copy machine when that same exact paper was already in the machine. -_- god. how dumb do they think i am? so it took me forever to get my money refunded because i had to expain to this guy fifty times that since i didn’t use the paper, i’d like to get my money refunded, and then the phone rang.. and the guy completely ignored me after that. grr.
then i went off to target to get a secret pal gift for jackie. it was so cute seeing all the little girls and boys in their adorable costumes. after buying a whole bunch of candy, the lady at the cash register asked me if i was buying my own trick-or-treat candy. lol.
barb saved the day with her last minute costume fix right before we went over to chili’s to eat dinner. we were seriously the only people with halloween spirit in that entire restaurant except for this one little girl that was dressed as a kitty with a polka-dotted tutu. later megz and scott came and ate with us, and right before we were going to go, erich came dressed as a girl. the waitress couldn’t stop laughing when she saw him. seriously tho. it was hilariously funny. 😀
when we got back over to barb’s, we decided to go trick-or-treating. i havn’t been trick-or-treating in ages. omg. i forgot how much fun it was to go around from house to house getting free candy. but u know wat? i’m still scared of the dark, especially on halloween. lol. i guess some things never change.
RAVE// vegas is coming up!!
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