High School - Blog Posts
I’m thinking of genuinely starting a fight club at my high school. Like the movie. I’m not male or cis but I am gay so it will be different but similar. I just need to figure out how I would set it up
The Camera, SkillsUSA Regionals - February 10th, 2024
aka the print that won me 3rd place overall and 3rd place peoples choice
Story time
So, I was on the bus this evening. It’s a bus with middle schoolers and high schoolers on it and I was hanging out with my high school friend. He’s in 10th grade and I’m in eighth grade and I was playing around with my recently deceased dogs choke chain, and I put it on my wrist like it was handcuffs, and he jokingly grabs the middle of it, puts my arms up and pins me against the window, and we were talking like I wasn’t pinned against the window!
“So how was math? Finally finish your homework?”
“It was good, and no.”
“Well what can I do for ya' darling?”
“Um letting me go would be nice?”
“But your just so pretty from this angle…”
um what?
This is in my journalism and photography class
do u ever just want to eat a song
he broke me so bad i became a poet.
I yearn for motherhood, yet can’t look my own mother in the eyes. I yearn to give love, yet can’t allow myself to get close enough to be loved. Do I yearn for what I can’t have, or do I just live in an endless cycle of forcing myself into unhappiness.
When I was little, my mom never knew what to do with me.
I was nothing like I am now. I was loud and fiery. I cared about the sky and clouds, rather than my hair and grades. Nothing was out of reach; I could do, say, be, anything. I was the definition of spunk, with my lightning blond curly hair, colorful, messy nails- courtesy of my sister, crazy outfits of layered pattern and color, and wide, hopeful eyes.
And that’s great, but, what do you do with a kid like that?
Well, according to my mom, you take them to the zoo. Obviously.
My mother and I spent hours at the zoo each day, to the point where I had nearly every exhibit memorized and knew more than the zookeepers themselves.
We’d start with the peacocks, my mother making a quick sketch, outlining the gentle caress of their tail feathers and the sharp scrutiny of their beaks. Then we’d wander over to the jellyfish, my personal favorite. We’d dance for the flamingos, sing to the polar bears, and perform Mary Poppins for the octopi.
And sure, the penguins were pretty cool, and I tolerated the hippos, but I was there for one thing:
The train.
I can picture it so vividly, even now, in my third-hour English class.
I loved the way the air got all cool and misty as you entered the forest and the way the warm daylight disappeared behind the thick leafy trees. I always sat by the window, head resting against the sill. I counted the fireflies that twinkled, floating lazily in the woods and sang through the racing wind that roared past the window.
And when the overflowing joy I felt racing down the tracks became all too much for my little heart, I would close my eyes and let myself sink into my surroundings. It was nothing but the wind flowing through my brilliant blond hair, the low wine of the old wheelset chugging on, and the deep content that settled within.
I lived for the train.
It’s a little strange, right? What 4-year-old girl is thinking like that?
I’ve always been like that. Always, thinking, loving, feeling, experiencing.
And I’ve never changed. I am this, even now, as the tired and confused girl that stands before you.
I think that my character, ever-changing and pivoting, boils down to one simple fact about me.
My ability to feel.
I feel so deeply that even the smallest thing can resonate so strongly that I am moved to tears. My ability to experience so profoundly, both isolates me, and connects me. Everything, no matter how big or small, fascinates me, captivating my soul. The thought of being alive, just simply existing, enchants my very being.
Everything affects me; the way the setting sun’s light casts itself across someone’s silhouette, or maybe the way that summer’s cool evening wind flows smoothly across my shoulders. The lively breath of the train. The warm presence of true bliss.
And I live for these moments of great fervor.
The moments where you can see music, taste emotion, or feel the way something looks.
The moments where you lie your head down on the window sill, close your eyes and let the wind of the rushing train tug at your heart, mind, and soul.
These are the moments where we are just people,
The moments where we become human again.
And that's what I believe in.
I believe in Life, and I believe in Experiencing.
I believe in that little feeling that grows in your chest and crawls up into a smile when you are completely, entirely happy, and I believe in the way your heart drops, and throat burns when you are met with great sadness.
I believe in dancing in the kitchen, talking about your day, holding hands, and listening to rain
I believe in love, even when unrequited, and I believe in hope, even when false.
I believe in the spunky little girl at the zoo, and I believe in the jaded girl that stands before you today.
I believe in life . . .
Especially celebrating it.
i know that her tumblr blog was immaculate
i truly believe you can tell everything about a person just by their eyes.
love is…
being willing to ruin your good painting at the chance of a great one.
-the half of it (2020)
when i was younger
i would ask to take sips of my moms wine, just to try. i’d always spit it out, get rid of the taste with hot chocolate. now i don’t have to ask. now she sometimes pours me a glass. someday i’ll pour her a glass. and someday i’ll buy my own wine.
weird, huh.
hell is a teenage girl.
Demon Hunters au- Doodles
My handwriting suck ass
I still have not found my art style so it may change! Today or tomorrow or next mouth.
#my art #traditional art #digital art #doodles #Demon Hunters au #sonic #sth #sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog fanart #shadow the hedgehog #Amy Ross #Amy Ross fanart #shadow the hedgehog fanart #Sonadow #Sonadow fanart #Sonadow au #puella magi madoka magica fanart #puella magi madoka magica #madoka kaname #homura akemo #hitomal shizuki #crossover art #crossover #crossover fanart #crossover au #antihero
okay junior year isnt going as shitty as I thougbt it would be???
I got:
- accepted into an volunteer program
- am an officer in a club
- passing both my APs
- preparing to apply for a writing workshop for summer
- submitted a story to the NYT contest
AND im consistently working out now????
lunch lines in public high school are like a strategy game
Infatuation Series
Summary: Small snippets and cute scenes on your crush on Sung Jinwoo and how Sung Jinwoo courts and wins over you in high school after using the cup of reincarnation.
His sole purpose in this life is to win your heart, become your faithful husband, and have you be the mother of his children. No one else but you. (Mini chapters)
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slice of Life, Comedy, School
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Chapter 1 -Chances
Chapter 2 -(Coming Soon)
Chapter 3 -(Coming Soon)
Infatuation Series
Summary: Small snippets and cute scenes on your crush on Sung Jinwoo and how Sung Jinwoo courts and wins over you in high school after using the cup of reincarnation.
His sole purpose in this life is to win your heart, become your faithful husband, and have you be the mother of his children. No one else but you. (Mini chapters)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for my characters and plot.
Warning/Genre: OOC, Romance, fluff, high school life (Sorry for the miss grammar)
Chapter 1: Chances
Lately, you have been too flustered for your own good but that’s because you’ve started liking someone.
In a classroom filled with students, the sound of pens scratching on paper echoed as students took notes while listening to their teacher.
Some people were diligent, some were dozing off and some were distracted, and you were among them.
Twirling your pen in one hand and leaning on the other, you did your best to listen to the lesson.
However, the calm spring breeze coming through the window seemed to lull you, and your mind gradually began to drift away.
Slowly, your eyes were closing.
Just as you were about to nod off, you caught yourself and quickly straightened up. Opening the back of your notebook you opted to doodle so you won't fall asleep.
It begins with a flower, followed by a bear, a knight's helmet, dragon wings, a dagger and various other unusual and unrelated items until finally you unconsciously draw a chibi version of him.
You felt your cheeks heat up.
Sung Jinwoo.
A second-year student in your high school, whom you started liking recently.
He was your senior by a year as you were in your first year. He was one of the handsome, popular and competent students in your school that most girls fawn over and for boys to idolize.
Like most girls in your school, you were no different from them, who accidentally glanced at him and were instantly smitten.
Foolishly and stupidly smitten.
You didn't know why, but after catching a glimpse of his soft black hair reminiscent of the night, his slender yet beautiful grey eyes, framed by long eyelashes, and his lips, which had a slight reddish tint.
That day, a deep sense of familiarity surged within you. Those feelings captured you and he entangled you with his very being without hesitation.
Even to this day, just remember that moment and how your eyes met made your body heat up, your cheeks flush and a deep aching echo inside you.
Finishing your doodle, you took a moment to admire your drawing of him.
Even though it's just a silly drawing, you couldn't help but caress his small face. A sweet smile appeared on your lips before shaking your head, catching yourself.
Looking at the front, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw that the teacher and your classmates didn't catch you making a silly face out of nowhere and were focused on the lesson instead.
You didn't want anyone, particularly your teacher, to catch you daydreaming especially when your mind wandered toward your silly little crush or else with just a slip everyone in your school would talk about it no doubt and soon he would hear about it.
Just imagining his uncomfortable expression made you shudder, scared and embarrassed.
There's no way you would be able to endure such humiliation if such a thing were ever to happen.
Slapping yourself awake, you flip your notes back and resume jotting down points.
Soon the bell rang, signalling for a break.
You gratefully took the time to stretch your stiff body, worn from sitting in class for almost half of the day. Hearing your bones crack, you let out a sigh of relief, you turn toward your friend before happily inviting her to go out and buy some snacks.
Walking down the hallways while talking to your friend, you furtively give a few glances at his classroom as you pass it. Hoping to catch a glance of him.
However, it seems that luck wasn't on your side, as you didn't even see a glimpse of his clothes. A sense of sadness envelops you, leaving you disheartened.
Unfortunately, you weren’t in the same class or year as him so there were only a few times when you could see him.
Although you envy the students that were in the same year as him, that didn’t dismay you from time to time to wander the hallways of his classroom to try to catch sight of him.
This was one of the few times you hoped to see him, but it seemed the gods were not in your favour today.
You haven't seen nor heard of him at all throughout the morning and now it's already past noon.
You were hoping to at least even just once, you would see him.
Glumly choosing some snacks, you paid right away and waited for your friend's turn before the both of you walked back to your classroom.
Your head hung low as you considered the rest of the day would be unmotivated and restless due to not seeing him.
You wonder why you weren't born in the same year as him. If you had been, you might have had the chance to be with him that year or, even better, have him as your classmate instead of your senior.
Probably because you were too busy weeping childishly, you didn't pay enough attention to where you were going, causing you to crash into someone.
Expecting the painful impact, you held your breath when suddenly, you felt a strong hand holding your waist and pulling you into a warm embrace, steadying your fall.
With your heart racing from fright and still dazed from the incident, it took you a moment to come to your senses before you looked up, ready to apologize.
But your eyes widened instead, your tongue stuck in your throat, and not a word came out.
You felt your face blush uncontrollably, and your whole body trembled. This time, you knew your heart was racing not from fright, but from the nervousness of your crush's sudden appearance.
Standing face to face with your crush, Sung Jinwoo, you could feel his breath as your faces were close to each other, his head bent down, looking at you.
“I’m sorry. Are you alright?” He asked as he gave you a worried look while you, in turn, could only look at him with your mouth wide open.
Both of your friends, who saw the whole situation stood frozen.
For one, your friend knows who your crush is while the other was bewildered with the whole situation.
Lifting his eyes, Sung Jinwoo’s eyebrow furrowed, concerned in his beautiful grey eyes, then brought a hand to touch your forehead which was now red from the earlier collision with his back.
“Your forehead’s bruised. We should go to the infirmary.” He murmured as he caressed your forehead.
Feeling his gentle touch, you snap out of your bewilderment and start rambling nonsensically, your arms flailing, your voice squeaking, and your face all messed up.
You couldn't help but cry in your heart.
Of all times, your bad luck just has to kick you when you least expected it and now you're making a fool of yourself in front of him.
Worst of all you just showed him yourself gawking at him unreservedly.
Not taking it anymore and embarrassed from head to toe, you immediately took your friend’s hand, apologizing before dashing away from the awkward situation.
You’re sure not only your face but your whole body is red as a tomato. Your back sweating profusely.
You’ve always imagined countless scenarios in your head. If you ever got the chance to talk to him, you would act smoothly and gracefully, ensuring that not a hint of your crush would show.
But now! BUT NOW!
You cried in despair.
God! You wish you could burrow yourself in a hole.
You were just grateful that only the four of you were in the hallway; otherwise, not only would you be mortified by your embarrassment, but you were certain that his fans would be furious with you for getting too close to him. And for sure you would be dead meat by the end of the day.
You were so grateful that wasn't the case.
As you and your friend were still running toward your class, a shameless thought popped into your mind, causing your once-red face to turn even redder.
Even though it was but a moment, you shamelessly recalled how his body felt against you.
His body was hard and built.
If you bet with anyone that he absolutely has abs even though he's only a high schooler, you will surely win.
With your mind clouded by immoral thoughts, you didn't notice the classroom door was closed, resulting in you running into it.
A loud sound echoed down the hallway, causing your friend to yelp in concern at your unhinged state.
You muttered a whole storm of curses under your breath.
You're certain the gods intended for you to die in shame today, leaving no corpse behind.
Meanwhile...
As Jinwoo watched you run off, he chuckled, his ears turning red from your cute reaction. After all this time, he had finally reunited with you.
He is eagerly looking forward to the days when you two can finally be together again.
A/N: Ahh, the taste of high school crushes! It’s so fresh but SO cringe at the same time, I couldn’t help but look back at my past crushes. SO CRINGE AND YET SO BITTER AND SO GOOD! Lol!🤣
Anyway, Sorry for the late post. Life has been too busy though I hope you enjoyed this fanfic!
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Star-crossed lovers
Y/n's POV
Wally’s POV
Author's Note: It's possible that this could turn into a series, but for now, this is just a singular fanfic. If there are any recommendations for future fics or a continuance of this one, my requests are always open ♡
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Drabble Flashbacks
Key:
☆: fluff
◇: angst
♡: smut
Freshman Year
Pt.1 Protection and Cameras 📷 ☆
Pt.2 Ferris Wheel Nerves 🎡 ☆
Pt.3 Ice cream Meltdowns 🍦 ☆
Pt.4 Arcade Nights and Almost Wins 🎮 ☆
Pt.5 Lake day shenanigans 🤪 ☆
Pt.6 Lazy Mornings at the Diner 🍽 ☆
Pt.7 Fireworks and Almosts 🎆 ☆
Sophomore Year
Pt.8 Night swims 🏊♂️ ☆
Pt.9 First "Date" 🥤 ☆
Pt.10 Bike Races and Bruised Knees 🚲 ☆
Pt.11 Halloween of 1981 🎃 ☆
Pt.12 Homecoming Proposal 81' 💃 ☆
Pt.13 > Homecoming Dance 🕺 ☆
Junior Year
Pt.14 Late-Night Drive-In 🚗 ☆
Pt.15 Record Store Arguments 💿 ☆
Pt.16 A Mistake That Changed Everything ◇
In progress:
Pt.17 Aftermath - Wally’s POV ◇
Pt.18 Doubt - Y/n's POV ◇
Pt.19 The Truth - Y/n's POV ◇
Pt.20 Collision Course - Wally’s POV ◇
Pt.21 Aftershock - Wally’s POV ◇
Pt.22 Late-Night Diner - Wally’s POV ◇
Pt.23 Rebuilding - Wally’s POV ◇
Ugo Harris - class president
Your teacher paired you up for a school project with THE Ugo Harris. That's good, right? You have a chance to improve your grades by working with the golden boy of your school. If only Ugo didn't hate you with the same passion he loves his role in bramley high school after you found out about his family secret
Ugo's masterlist:
Coming soon! :3
Main masterlist
how this seasonal depression is hitting me
just found out i’m failing earth science because i missed a test when i had an epic stomach ache
The Model Minority Myth Today -- Students for Fair Admissions, Inc. v. Harvard
Asian-Americans being discriminated against in college admissions, specifically towards Harvard.
The rat race of college admissions tends to be an uphill battle for Asian-Americans, as the Model Minority Myth (which stems from the creation of H1-B and EB-3 visas prioritizing skilled workers, causing Americans' perceptions of Asian-Americans as ALL highly skilled, which is untrue) contributes to the sky-high expectations of achievement by Asian-American high schoolers.
"To illustrate just how strong the Asian-American pool is, in the baseline dataset Asian-American applicants have academic indexes that are over 0.2 standard deviations higher than whites, almost one standard deviation higher than Hispanics, and over 1.5 standard deviations higher than African Americans. Indeed, Asian-American rejects have academic indexes that are higher than African American admits."
While yes, academically Asian-Americans excel, it turns out that in other areas of college admission they slump.
"Using data over ten years, they found that Harvard’s admissions officers assigned substantially lower personal ratings to Asian-American applicants versus white applicants, especially when compared to the ratings assigned by teachers, counselors, and alumni interviewers."
"Asian-American applicants suffer a statistically significant penalty relative to white applicants in two of the ratings Harvard’s admissions officers assign to each file (the personal and overall rating)."
So not only are the personal and overall ratings one of the contributing factors, but it is likely due to racial biases within school counselor and admissions officers systems.
White people having the most legacy as usual.
Within each of the other three groups (3, 3+, all 2’s), African-American applicants have the highest admit rates followed by Hispanics, then whites, and finally Asian Americans.
In fact, the scoring for African-American applicants on Harvard’s overall rating exhibits the opposite phenomenon exhibited by Asian-American applicants, as African-American applicants are disproportionately concentrated at the high and low ends of the rating scale.
African-American applicants are either overperforming or underperforming, never averaging out, showing how also due to societal norms and racist ideologies, have to fit the mold of being extraordinary or what society tells them they are. Or entirely be seen as a diversity student to lower (or raise) the GPA to seem more welcoming or exclusive.
Asian-American applicants are less likely to be admitted if they are in the middle of the road. They have to be exceptional or above average, otherwise they get completely ignored.
Despite being more academically qualified than the other three major racial/ethnic groups (whites, African Americans, and Hispanics), Asian-American applicants have the lowest admissions rates. In fact, data produced by Harvard show that this has been true for every admissions cycle for the classes of 2000 to 2019. A closer examination of the six years for which Harvard produced applicant-level admissions data shows that even removing those who receive some other form of preferences (such as legacy, athletic, or early action) still results in Asian Americans having the lowest admit rates over this period.
Asian-Americans are disadvantaged in a space where everyone else thinks they are not.
Star-crossed lovers
Author's Note: Wow! The attention that this got was way more than I expected! Thank you all so much! I added flashbacks and a small extra part after Wally’s death. If you think I should continue this, please let me know! ♡
my requests are always open ♡
~ ☆ ♡ ° ~ ☆ ♡ ° ~ ☆ ♡ ° ~ ☆ ♡ ° ~
Drabble Flashbacks
Key:
☆: fluff
◇: angst
♡: smut
Freshman Year
Pt.1 Protection and Cameras 📷 ☆
Pt.2 Ferris Wheel Nerves 🎡 ☆
Pt.3 Ice cream Meltdowns 🍦 ☆
Pt.4 Arcade Nights and Almost Wins 🎮 ☆
Pt.5 Lake day shenanigans 🤪 ☆
Pt.6 Lazy Mornings at the Diner 🍽 ☆
Pt.7 Fireworks and Almosts 🎆 ☆
Sophomore Year
Pt.8 Night swims 🏊♂️ ☆
Pt.9 First "Date" 🥤 ☆
Pt.10 Bike Races and Bruised Knees 🚲 ☆
Pt.11 Halloween of 1981 🎃 ☆
Pt.12 Homecoming Proposal 81' 💃 ☆
Pt.13 > Homecoming Dance 🕺 ☆
Junior Year
Pt.14 Late-Night Drive-In 🚗 ☆
Pt.15 Record Store Arguments 💿 ☆
Pt.16 A Mistake That Changed Everything ◇
Pt.17 Aftermath - Wally’s POV ◇
Pt.18 Doubt - Y/n's POV ◇
Pt.19 The Truth - Y/n's POV ◇
Pt.20 Collision Course - Wally’s POV ◇
Pt.21 Aftershock - Wally’s POV ◇
Pt.22 Late-Night Diner - Wally’s POV ◇
Pt.23 Rebuilding - Wally’s POV ◇
Present Day
Y/n's POV ◇
Wally’s POV ◇
The Fall - Y/n's POV ◇
Our favorite dead trio! 💕
Check out my Wally Cark x fem!reader fic
Star-crossed lovers Masterlist