Friends, they’re with you to the end right? Really? Are we really so sure? So I sat down and came up with a friendship test. Don’t call me paranoid, well maybe I am, like all the time. Anyway I wanted to know just how well my friends knew me. So I came up with a set of questions and asked them to my best friend, Jacob, and someone I just met, Katie.
The events described in the following story are all true.
So back in February I was riding in a car with someone and I saw something that others might see as horrifying. I was riding shotgun in the car since I can’t drive yet (I’m a senior and I can’t drive, yes, I am aware how dumb that is) and I saw a squirrel scuttle across the street.
My first full day here was honestly one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever had to go through. Without a sense of guidance (other than the tour that I had got), I felt like a lone sheep in a forest with a pack of wolves. I kind of felt like that the people would just chew me up and spit me out and I would be just a shell of my former self. Read more →
So You Think You Can Sign is not only a place to bring together competitive American Sign language competitors, but also a place for the coming together of two cultures, the hearing and deaf. It is an enjoyable event filled with joyful, funny, and deep entertainers signing along to popular songs. It is one of three ASL events held at Heritage, along with Signing Idol, and Sign and Out.
Didn’t see you there, with you down on the floor feeling sorry for yourself. Get up!
Come on, don’t be such a wimp. I’m just kidding.Need a hand? You’re going to need to figure out how to get up yourself sooner rather than later. I guess this is where I should tell you to never give up, never surrender and all that other motivational crap, but I’m not going to do that.
It’s your first day of school. You go through it once a year, but it’s different this time. Because today, you’re starting high school.
You’ve been at the same school, with the same people, for the last 3 years. But now you’re a freshman, navigating unfamiliar halls with faces you couldn’t name if your life depended on it.
Now it’s 4th period. You walk into your class, and don’t recognize a single person. All day you’ve been in classes with other freshmen. You didn’t know them all, but at least they were in the same boat as you, navigating those same unfamiliar halls.
You quickly find out that you are 1 of only 2 freshmen in the class. There’s 1 sophomore, but the rest are juniors and seniors.
So I have this problem, a phobia even, of something I think is repulsive: wet bread. It’s pretty bad.
It is so bad that the thought of it was enough to make me gag and even vomit once or twice in the past. It sucks. I generally don’t like to tell people about it but I figured making light of it is the best way to deal with this problem. It makes for good writing. I do regret telling some of my closest friends though. It would be impossible for me to count the numerous times I have received snap chats from friends of pictures of wet bread or even posts to my Facebook timeline of photos of wet bread.
The day was a normal fun filled day with Tío Lupe flipping burgers and cooking Carne Asada on the grill with a cold Corona. Manuel, Baby Joey, and David were trying to rap and the clapping of my little cousins was encouraging them. As usual all the tías were gossiping about who is getting a divorce, and who would get married next. Read more →