I remember many times last year that I wondered what the significance was of human beings. I wondered how the existence of human beings came to be. I wondered why the existence of human beings eventually was, for lack of a better word, terminated (at … Continue reading Legacy
I remember many times last year that I wondered what the significance was of human beings. I wondered how the existence of human beings came to be. I wondered why the existence of human beings eventually was, for lack of a better word, terminated (at … Continue reading Legacy
…of success. I always wondered if I’ve really felt it.
This weekend was the annual swim relays that my school hosts. To say I wasn’t excited is honest of me. What was I to expect? I didn’t know.
I was put in:
4×50 butterfly
4×50 backstroke
4×50 grab bag
Yes. Definitely not excited for this.
First off, I barely warmed myself up for the meet, so I didn’t even feel ready. Second off, I don’t think I’m even talented in butterfly, nor am I in backstroke. Third off, I was anchor for the backstroke relay. Really? Anchor? You’ve got to be kidding me. (Insert -_- emoji here)
When the time for the 4×50 butterfly relay came, the tension in my muscles and in my thoughts lessened. I was supposed to go second. It wasn’t all that bad. I even dropped some time. I wasn’t feeling upset about that race.
Then the race for the 4×50 backstroke relay came. This was where the nerves set in. I was the freaking anchor of the relay. (In case you didn’t know, the anchor in the relay is the last leg of the team.) In the duration of the first, second, and third swimmer, we were doing quite well, well enough that my team was stuck between second and third.
Oh shoot, oh shoot, oh shoot. I’m NEXT.
The thought alone couldn’t stop going through my mind.
Yet I knew I had to stop that.
I stepped up on the diving block. I set my left foot on the edge. My right foot stays back, and I bend my knees, as if I was in a squatting position. I take my arms out, straight, with my hands held out in the formation of a a square. I aim my arms at my teammate, who is quickly approaching the wall.
“This is it,” my coach said.
I know.
As my teammate’s hand touches the wall, my arms did a backwards windmill, reaching behind my head, and I stepped forward and dove into the water.
Once in the chlorinated water, I turned onto my back and butterfly kicked my way up to the surface of the water. Just below the surface, I take my right arm and begin to take a stroke, and when I reach the top, it’s already up and moving out of the water. Quickly, I repeatedly moved my left and right arms, steadily decreasing the distance from myself and the wall. I see the flags, and do one, two, three strokes into the wall and flip. I pushed off the wall on my back and swiftly do dolphin kicks off the wall, preparing to do my breakout stroke. Eventually, I reach the wall, and finish at the wall with a powerful push on the touch pad.
We finished third. We didn’t get second, but we did place.
“You got a 32.20,” my coach said. (Earlier I had asked him to take splits for the event.)
My jaw dropped to the floor.
What the flap?
How in the- what?
Not only had I gotten my team in third place, but I dropped three seconds-three seconds- in the 50. I felt so happy. I felt so proud. I felt so blessed. I felt like a firework that was waiting to be ignited. I felt the feeling of success.
…is my aunt’s birthday. It’s on Monday, November 16. She’s turning fifty this year, so her daughters and my sister, mom, and I are planning great things for her special day. We have this whole thing planned out. Sort of. Initially, on the day of … Continue reading Upcoming…
Dear Mama, How are you? I’m doing fine. School’s been well. School’s been fun. School’s been hard. School’s been awful. School’s been my escape. What I’m escaping from I’ll tell you sometime, but not now. I really, really miss you. You took care of me right when … Continue reading Dear Grandma
Scream Queens. To me, it is one of the most popular shows that has just been released. This show’s first episode is absolutely abrupt. How? A woman gives birth to a baby during a party, might I mention in a bathtub (which is disgusting and unsanitary), and dies shortly after being left alone from her friends. Twenty years fast forward, and you are brought to the introduction of Chanel, the sorority leader of Kappa. Chanel, is not the kindest (heck, she is far from being kind), but she is somewhat smart. Somewhat. Chanel did not initially begin with such a sour attitude. She was quite frail, and the leader before her kicked her off the minion list. A few minutes after the leader died, but it is not known how. Scream Queens has a way of pulling you in with the snap of a finger just from of how disturbant the beginning of the show was. The first episode involves three deaths. Sadly, one of the people murdered was the “all-beautiful and almighty” Nick Jonas (yes, I screamed when he was killed). It was such a sad experience. One of the people I expected the most to actually see throughout the whole show is murdered? Just like that? Are you kidding me? Talk about facepalm. The creators of the show are quite talented in showing kind of an actual murder. Oh, ho ho. That is not all, though. Turns out in the end, one of the people murdered is not actually murdered. This changes my whole perception on the plot of this show. I think it was really interesting of the creators to do this; the decisions made by the characters influence the thoughts or predictions of what will happen next, but then there will be a whole other irrelevant event that will blow your mind and make you rethink what you initially thought. Well, it’s what happened to me. Anyways, then I see this week’s new episode premiere. Oh my goodness. It was disgusting. Someone’s arms got chainsawed off. I almost threw up the dinner I recently ate when I saw it. Also, I was cringing the rest of the show because that cursed chainsaw shows up again. Thankfully, it does not saw anyone down again. Thank goodness for that. *shudder* Getting sawed down is just as horrifying as getting all the blood drain from you body slowly.
I don’t get it. I don’t get why I have no motivation to do most of my homework on the weekdays, even on the weekends. I don’t get why I don’t do it. I mean, eventually I’ll have to, you know? I mean homework is great; it helps you better master the concepts you’re learning. That’s the good part about it.
The bad part in having to do homework is being able to commit to actually doing it. There’s also the fact to consider if you’ll actually do it within the free time you have until it’s time to go to bed. Sometimes I’m committed to doing my homework; sometimes I’m not committed to doing it. And the reason for that is because I’m lazy. Yes, I admit it. I am lazy. Big whoop, so are 12493873% of other students are too. I know I’m not the only one.
Distractions. Oh my Lord, do not even get me started on distractions. With the truth that everyone is surrounded by technology today, we’re all bound to get distracted. I just take it to a whole new level. I mean, it’s not like I don’t want to do my homework. I’m fine with doing my homework. It’s just my dang phone and tv and computer (that I actually play games on) that direct my attention to somewhere else. This makes it really frustrating. I can’t really put away my phone either because I nearly ask for help on homework assignments from my friend. If that’s wrong to do, sue me. Go ahead.
There’s also the fact that I get bored of doing homework. It’s not like I don’t like doing it, the homework somehow finds a way for me to get bored and then for me to not even do it.
Procrastination sucks a lot. I could have a lot of time in my hands during the week to finish my other homework assignments due later, but still not do it. This really frustrates me to the extent where I want to bang my head against the wall in my house. I just wish I were like some of my other classmates who actually stay on top of things and get to sleep early. I would definitely kill for that.
Working together is one of the best things ever because, obviously, less work!! Great, right? Not at all. Working together is great, but in order for it to be great, there needs to be a group of people who are all able to commit and actually add things to the project, or quiz. This hasn’t happened once at all for me; not yet, at least. Tomorrow I have a quiz for one of my classes and it is a group quiz, and I’m honestly nervous for who I’m paired with.
I had one project to do with three other people, and I did all of the work; I typed five pages by myself. Two of the four other people came to work on it the night before with me while I was finalizing things. I have never been so angry in my life. All I wanted to do is copy everything I wrote down, delete the document that I shared with my partners, and finish working on it by myself. It makes sense because if I managed to do nearly all of it by myself, what’s the point of having my group mates doing any more? That didn’t happen, but I had one of the “slackers” print copies for me.
There are some things I realize I should have learned from this experience: be patient. Patience, to me, is key in being able to work best with other people. Something else I learned is: be cooperative. Obviously, from what I experienced, there cannot be only one person doing the whole thing in this. What good would it do you if you do nothing in a group work? Nothing! You don’t even get a chance to know if you’ve mastered the material you worked on, which would suck if you didn’t know it in the end. One other thing I learned is to not have too much trust on the people you’re working with; this is regardless of them being your friend. Sure, it may be “la dee da” but what if they don’t show the same commitment as you do in an assigned work?
One last question: Aren’t group projects just wonderful?
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