It's just hair.

That's what my dad told me today when I was on the verge of pure outrage as I looked at the disaster called my hair in the mirror, and tried to explain to him these passed two days have been the ugliest my hair has looked in years.

And as I said this, my dad listened calmly, and said:

It's just hair.

And he proceeded in explaining that he understood exactly how I felt .

You have an image in your head of what your hair should look like, but for some reason there''s one piece of hair that sticks out. Or your bangs grew to long on one side, and your hair curls at the ends even after three hours of using your instyler.

And you're like, WHY?!

Hearing my dad speak these words made me feel like, yeah, I'm not the only person that wants to rip their hair out from the roots because of bad hair days.

And it made me think about being a junior in UCHS, but not just a junior, one of the first juniors of UCHS, with no seniors to look up to.

I mean, there's tons of upperclassman that can give me advice, but you have to ask yourself; will they truly understand your experience?

And this, in my opinion, is the biggest disadvantage of bieng in the first class. I have no one to say, yeah, I struggled in Ms. Lehnert's AP bio class last year too. This is what I did. Or, yeah, I remember those APUSH notes, they're torture if you leave them for the night before.

But I don't have that. and every once in a while, I wish I did.

Sometimes I wish I could just write for the newspaper that's already been created, instead of having to start it from almost nothing , so I could know how it feels to have an editor, instead of being one.Sometimes, I wish we could have kids who went to our school come back from college and talk to us about their UCHS days.

And maybe that 's why I can't wait to come back to UCHS. When I'm at University of Rochester, or Syracuse, sit on that stage in the cafetorium, and recount stories about my freshman days, and my first SAT mock test.

Because I want to make sure the students below me understand that even though our school is uncommon, they're not the only ones who experience UCHS.

I want to be able to come back and say, I was right where you are, and even though you're up to your necks in stress and pressure, it is possible, because I did it.

Missing A Day

Missing a day in UCHS is like missing a a week of the most important week of your life.

The classwork, notes, conversation, exams, and homework hat you miss is incredible.

Your whole plan of the week needs to be changed as you have to retake all of these things that you seemed to have missed.

You still have doll the work to do when you miss a day.

It's like that awful feeling you get when you take a test that you know nothing about.

Bu all day.

You come back and you realize, the world has moved on without you, and you have to run twice as fast to catch up.

Even more "That's So High School Moments"

Every so often, I talk about those days when UCHS seems "so high school".
When it feels like things going on at school are just as dramatic and ridiculous as the scenarios I watch every Tuesday in my favorite teen dramas.
And maybe I just have high expectations, but I tend to assume that my school life won't be as intense as the show Switched at Birth.
But here goes one of these things that seems just as cliche as the movies and teen shows.
And that thing is ex boyfriends.
But not just any ex boyfriends.
Ex boyfriends you go to school
with.
Am I the only who feels it's kinda awkward?
Like, the day after you guys break up, and that first time you see each other afterwards.
That awkward hi you can't help but say, but regret once you do.
Or the times your eyes meet, the ones that catch you off guard, that make you wonder, " Could he tell what I was thinking?"
Possibly the worst of the moments, though, is being in the same room, and talking to everyone else but each other; you keep wrestling with whether you should say something, or wait till they come to you. And even if you refuse to admit it, you're half wishing they'll be the one to say something.
So I was wondering, how do you deal with these moments, these moments that you scoffed at in Teen Wolf and Vampire Diaries, but you're now experiencing fo yourself?

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A Look Inside My mind During a Lecture

The lesson about observing your thoughts in Collegiate Prep got me to thinking I should try it.

I mean I already zone out constantly, why not observe and record what thoughts cross my mind when I'm doing something like listening to a lecture?

So I did.

*Note: This is not to say that I didn't pay attention. You can check my notes if you don't believe me.

1. My eye feels like it wants to explode
2. I can't believe Cappie and Casey broke up in that episode of Greek that I watched last week
3. Who makes one homework assignment 300 points?!
4. I'm seriously obsessed with romantic books with vampires
5. Smash is on today :)
6. Round and yellow, round and yellow
7. Can you major in making up songs about biology processes?
8. How do teachers know so much info off the top of their head during lectures?

Comments, Questions, Please?

Ever since I've created this blog, there's been this obsession by my readers for me to post more than I do.

And I'm a pretty busy person. Most of my readers should know, especially the ones who are teachers at UCHS.

You know how it is.

So sometimes I forget to post, or I don't have the time or motivation. I'm stressed out, dealing with "this is so high school" moments, and so forth.

And I wasn't aware that my blog was apparently so famous. I thought only my mom and Ms. Roth read it. I didn't it went viral in the education world.

Bu it apparently has.

Which is awesome and I love that.

But it makes me wonder what people think of what I'm writing.

Not saying I would change my opinion or write differently, because I wouldn't. If you don't already know, I have my own style of writing that isn't going to change any time soon, trust me.

Even if the editor of chief of the mighty New York Times tells me something, I'll sneak it in somehow.

It actually makes me wonder why nobody ever comments on what I write. Personally, I want to know what my readers think. Do you agree on what I write? Disagree? Do you hate the titles of my posts?

Seriously I really want to know.

Is there something that would be interesting for me to write about?

I mean this isn't about me changing how I write or what I think. It's just plain curiosity. If I ask a question in my post, really, it would be great if someone answered it.

I mean, I know my readers have opinions about what I write. I just want to know what they are.

Besides, it will prepare me for when I start getting mail from my fans and faithful readers about my articles in the New York Times or the Chicago Tribune.

The Countdown Begins

This Saturday was a monumental day for the Juniors, as we sat for four hours, writing essays, correcting sentences, and girding in answers on the SAT

This Saturday was not the first time we took it of of course. That's not how our school works.

They made sure to prepare in every way they could think of; SAT prep every Wednesday,buying us the Bespoke book to practice.

They even sang us a spectacular song the day before.

And if no one has said it, thank you, UCHS, Mr. Campbell, Ms. Liao, Ms. Goda, and everyone else who helped us SAT prep.

The fact is, the SAT is extremely important.

It's not the only ticket to getting into but it's something that should be taken seriously.

And honestly, we didn't always take it seriously, but I can surely say that we did this Saturday.

Now, let's hope that we all did well, so I can send my score to Syracuse and the University of Rochester.

This SAT just proved how close we are to college, to life after college, adulthood.

The countdown to March 29th, the day we get our scores back, begins.