Today is Friday, May 18, 2012
Today is Friday, May 18, 2012
By the time you read this, I will be eighteen, which is a Very Important Age. Technically, I’ll be an adult.
Already this year, several athletes at the school have been recruited by colleges and have had to make difficult decisions on which school to pick. Student athletes must make several considerations before they make their choice.
For almost a year now, the clock on my wall has been telling me that it is 2:52. Behind the splintered plastic face, the minute and hour hands remain stationary. The thin red second hand [...]
When I was younger, my parents always suggested I take up an individual sport. “You can still play team sports, but you can play table tennis or martial arts or racquetball on your own,” they would say.
And while I may have the genes to play everyone’s favorite game involving a ping-pong table (my grandma is in the Table Tennis Hall of Fame, after all), I never ended up picking up any sort of paddle, or sparring gear, and I couldn’t be happier that I didn’t.
Whether it’s “my dog ate my homework” or “let’s just be friends,” we constantly fabricate our own reality. We’re not supposed to, but we do. Despite this fact being endlessly drilled into our minds since the moment the stork dropped us on our pretty little heads, it seems to be an essential part of human nature.
Ever since preschool I had a problem with eating lunch at school. It wasn’t the food, because I used to bring delicious buttery croissants packed with pastrami and cilantro every day. But, it was the general feeling I get when I eat my lunch in high school that upset me.
Babysitters. So tender, so affectionate. I’ll always remember the beautiful, voluptuous blond who fed me applesauce and taught me how to aim in the bathroom.
Is it wrong for me to still want to grow up to be a princess? I’m not saying I want to get locked up in a tower or fall into a deep sleep every time I prick myself. I have too many things to get done to be able to wait around for a prince to come wake me.
Being on a team is never easy, but being on a bench can be even harder. It’s not just because the benches are cold and uncomfortable-but it’s also not on the field-which is where everyone wants to be.
After demonstrating an ability to create recognizable poultry imitations by tracing their hands, a group of art students who call themselves the Hand-Turkey Enthusiast Guild (HTEG) announced Tuesday that they have high hopes of qualifying for this year’s Central Coast Section (CCS) tournament.