Sunday, March 15, 2015

What's Up Home Slice

Aside from stressing out and getting into boarding school, I have been doing some fun things lately.

It is finally SPRING, sort of, which means it is time for shorts. I am a person that really does not like the winter purely because I love wearing shorts. It was 45-50 degrees Fahrenheit this week so I broke out the shorts. Yes, those Patagonia shorts served me well. I was criticized of course but I turned it into a movement. Why are boys allowed to wear shorts but I'm not? It's not like I'm wearing two-inch booty shorts, I was wearing longer shorts. So #freethelegs was born. Our motto: "Sky's out, thighs out." The movement continues tomorrow.

With the coming of Spring also means the beginning of a new soccer season! Having practice every day and conditioning makes me smile just thinking about it. I'm not being sarcastic, I truly love it so much. We have our first tournament in Cincinnati next weekend. I'm a little bummed that it falls on the same weekend as the ODP Showcase, but I don't really care a whole lot because I know I won't make it to the state team. Not even some of my really talented friends have made it mainly because of the coach politics that influence what players go. I would say half of the kids are from the club Ohio Premier strictly because they are the only ECNL team in the Columbus area. Whatever. Spring also means being outside in general, which I love. Next year when I go to Exeter I really want to play basketball in the winter so I have been trying to keep up my skills. Basketball is such a great sport because it is so easy to just go out and play. You don't need a goalie or someone to throw for you, it's all you- just go out and shoot. Now obviously to get better at the game itself it's imperative to play with a team, but honing in on pure shot accuracy is as easy as going outside and picking up a ball- that's what I love about it. I've been doing that every day for the past couple weeks and want to continue for as long as I can just to get the feel for it again.

Another interesting thing I have been partaking in this year is Science Olympiad. It has been a bittersweet experience; I love the science and my event (Protein Modeling) but it has been extremely difficult participating without a coach or someone who actually knows what they are doing. I have had to figure everything out on my own, which I'm not complaining about the workload- I can handle that, but it makes it very difficult to improve. The protein modeling event in particular needs people who understand how to make a great pre-build model (the model you bring to the competition and prepare before hand). In addition, our "organizer" (I use this term sparingly because she is very disorganized and did not help us at all) only was able to get us in to one competition before regionals and only two competitions total. Other teams had 5-8 competitions under their belt before going to regionals which means more feedback and experience to then improve upon. After my second competition I felt a lot more prepared and ready but it was already over. My model struggled with the detail of layers, which I still don't understand, but there was nobody to tell me what that meant! It is devastatingly frustrating when you know what is wrong but don't have the resources to fix it. Anyway here is a picture of my model so you can get a feel for what I had to do. In addition to building this model at the competition you have to use the computer program jmol to use as a guide to build an on-site protein model and then you have to take a written test in conjunction with building the model all in 50 minutes. It's super fun and if I was given a couple more competitions I definitely could have placed or done exponentially better. Shoulda, woulda, coulda though, it's not worth thinking about.

Other things I've been doing? Well GE Light Day is coming up soon which is the activism project I've been working on for my AP Lang class. I will have a full post about that later but it's turning out to be pretty cool. Saxophone has obviously continued to engross my life. And, yes, I am still basic; I never miss a night of The Tonight Show, keep up with The Walking Dead, and I'm in season 3 of House of Cards. Not much else other than the routine weekly things that you don't care about. Volunteering is still going great and I somehow manage to keep up with friends. It's a good life, I'm blessed to have it. I thank my God for it every day. The day I take it for granted is the day my faith and certainty of my life has been lost. Congratulations if you read to the bottom of this, you rock. 

I'm a Dingus

I have misused my power. As Peter Parker said, "With great power, comes great responsibility," I have failed on my part. I have a friend that I am extremely lucky to call my friend; I'm lucky to call them my friend not just because of how much they mean to me but also because this friendship is an unusual one. Stereotypical boundaries have been crossed for me to call this person my friend but with that comes a greater responsibility to be smart and not blow it. I almost blew it.

I think this is a little like the swimming situation from a really long time ago that I wrote about in that I am freaking out more than I should, but I need to get it out of my system, so here I am writing about it.

It's so hard for me to write about this because I don't know how to even talk about it without sounding bad or invoking some other negative effect if my friend reads this, which they probably won't, but still. So I'll be specifically vague about what happened. Communication in the 21st century is complicated. There are many mediums of communication such as calling, emailing, and texting, all viable sources of communication but all with their own set of rules. I broke one of the social standards of communication by using an inappropriate medium. I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS IS BOTHERING ME, BUT IT IS. I think writing this down is helping me realize how blown out of proportion I am making this, but I'll continue. So, I violated this social standard, they didn't reply, I haven't gotten to talk to them, I feel like I have violated their life, and I am an idiot. I just wanted to tell them something about my acceptance letter to Exeter but it was the wrong place and wrong time. Now I feel awkward and annoyed and like an idiot. I now know I will never, ever, ever use that medium of communication unless 500% necessary because otherwise it is very awkward. And I hate awkwardness.

End of story. That was boringly pointless wasn't it?

The Verdict

Well, it's been more than 13 days since my last post so my life has changed very drastically. I was accepted to Phillips Exeter Academy and will be attending there in the fall. It's very difficult for me to imagine this, currently I'm still in shock that it finally happened and that I will actually be leaving Westerville. While I thought knowing where I am going to attend schools next year would clear my mind, it has, but it has also opened an entirely new world of uncertainty. I'm worrying too much, yes, I know. 
I'm so ecstatic. I'm going to Exeter. It's been so long that I've wanted this and now it's here. I shouldn't have to worry about my classes or roommates or goodbye parties, I got in, and that's all I need to worry about right now.
This journey has been insane. I have made friends in unusual places and formed relationships that will always be a part of me that would not have been there if I wasn't applying to boarding school. The people that have helped me truly mean the world to me and I owe them more than the credit themselves with. This is an opportunity that will truly change the path of my life. I don't know how to be candid about all of this without sounding cheesy. I'm just excited and ready.

Goodbye Westerville...

Hello Exeter

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Not Thinking

I'm trying to put everything out of my mind. Life is insane right now, insanely good. It's a little stressful, but if you aren't stressed you aren't trying hard enough in my mind. I find out if I get into boarding school in 13 days. I told myself I wasn't going to think about it, that I wasn't going to jinx it but I can't hold it in.

My whole future is going to be decided in 13 days. Am I going to be moving far away? Will I have to be at soccer conditioning this summer for Central meaning I can't go to precollege at NYU? Will I be able to play soccer next year on a club team, and if so when/who/where do I try out? Am I going to be going to Otterbein next year if I don't get in? 

Even writing this is difficult, my brain seems to shut down as soon as I think about it. As a result I have been trying to forget about it just don't think. I've been on autopilot, volunteering triple my normal hours, working on projects, catching up on the Walking Dead, anything except think. But when I look around me there are so many people that are important to me here in Westerville, which is something I didn't think was going to happen. Freshman year I distanced myself from people so much with the expectation I was going to go away the next year. After I didn't get in I realized I needed good friends to be around. This has come at a cost. I love them so much. I would do anything for them because they are genuinely amazing people. Leaving them after developing such great relationships with them is a lot harder than I thought I would allow it to be. So I haven't been thinking. Trying to enjoy the moment, but that only lasts for so long. I needed to write.

My thoughts are not very coherent right now; then again I'm not thinking.

Sunday, January 25, 2015


I'm so tired right now, so keep that in mind while reading this.

I've been told I'm a good writer, but I do not see how this is a possible thing. You've read my blog right?

I have a really good friend, or at least I consider her a really good friend, and she is an amazing writer. She picks up a pen and meaningful metaphors, analogies, poems, comparisons, arguments, and truths come out of it. I wish my words were as powerful as hers.

My words are factual. They are not funny. They are not inspiring. They are not unique. They are well spoken facts.

Why can't they be more meaningful.

So I have something to tell you. I got my high school dream job. I'm going to work at Sky Ranch this summer as a lifeguard. When I found out I was in complete shock. I am still in shock. I love camp so much, and now I get paid to be there. While I'm not going to be having fun all day I'm going to be serving the Lord by making sure everyone is safe and activities go smoothly which is much more rewarding than being a camper. Now I actually get to WORK there. I'm no longer that weird camper who stays at camp for like all summer after everyone else leaves after a week, now I'm one of the staff members. I will be in the know, it won't be awkward for counselors to speak to me like I know things that don't pertain to Christian camp in Texas. I can go out with my friends that are counselors to Tyler on my night off. I get to have Bible study in a group of people with more knowledge than I could imagine. While the perks of being "staff" are awesome, the fact I get to grow in my relationship with the Lord and meet people who are there for the same purpose is more than I could ever ask for in a job I get paid to do.

Lord, show me how I can make my words meaningful.

A Good (But Tiring) Weekend in Columbus

Not in New York this weekend. Sad day, but I did get to do some fun things in Columbus this weekend.
Saturday I started off the day by running in the NHL AllStar 5k with four thousand other people. It was pretty fun and I did pretty well considering I'm not in top condition right now, I got fourth in the female under 19 group, I good with that.

Later that afternoon was a moment I have been preparing for, preparing for weeks in fact. It was the OMEA Solo and Ensemble performance. You probably have absolutely no idea what this means, basically you learn a piece (there are different difficulty levels) and perform it in front of a judge with a piano accompanist. You also have to know all of your scales and follow a bunch of stupid rules like having your own original copy and a photocopy of the music AND the measures on the original copy have to be numbered before you hand it to the judge. Like I said, a bunch of stupid rules. Anyway I got up there and performed Scaramouche, an alto saxophone standard, which was in the highest difficulty level. Somehow I magically got a I, pronounced O-N-E, which is the highest score you can receive. I was ecstatic to say the least. Last year I performed a maximum difficulty level piece and received a II, which is one grade below a I just in case I needed to explain that for you. So yeah, it was a pretty good day. This is a picture of me and my fellow classmates who performed, except for the girl standing next to me, she was just there to support but didn't actually perform. 

Today (Sunday) was the actual NHL AllStar Game. I was fortunate enough to go, it was pretty sweet. I went ice skating at the rink they set up downtown and then went to the Fan Fair where I got to meet the Stanley Cup. The AllStar Game itself was awesome but also a little disappointing. I thought it was going to be a real game but the guys weren't trying very hard. Let me rephrase that, the defense wasn't trying very hard. To put it in perspective the end score was like 18-13 or something. There were no fouls in the whole game and they didn't really play like it was real hockey which was a little disappointing. Aside from that it was pretty sweet to see such awesome players all in one spot. On top of that Fall Out Boy performed at the end of the first period which was AMAZING. I really want to go to their tour this summer, they are sweet. So yeah, it was another good day but SUPPPPEERR long. I left my house at 11:00 and didn't get home until 9:00 and no homework got done yesterday because of the crazy events and not a lot got done today either. GGRRRR PLEASE BE A SNOW DAY TOMORROW!!!

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Ice Skating in the Park

It was beautiful outside today, cold, but gorgeous. I started out the morning by walking to Central Park to go ice skating and we ended up staying most of the day at the park. I got on the ice around 10:20 and we didn't leave until 4:40. I took breaks of course, but only when the ice was being resurfaced and to do physics homework, thanks Mr. Hunt. Skating was amazing, I felt in the zone and loving life while skating in an arbitrary circle. 

After, we went to a couple stores on 5th Ave, particularly looking for some Canada Goose jackets in the flesh. They are so popular here that only the ugly ones are left in stores, but they are $800 so I'm not getting one anytime soon. As per all of my trips to New York it is customary to go to Guy's American Bar and Grill for dinner, so that's where we ended up for dinner. After dinner we went to Bryant Park for more ice skating because why not and it's free if you have your own skates. It was a mob scene, I only skated for maybe 20 minutes, but that's fine because I had already skated for like 5 hours. If you read my last post about my previous day you would  know that I went to the Elephant Man yesterday and was going to try and go back today to see if Bradley would come out of the stage door. After Bryant I went back to the Booth Theater and waited. Bradley didn't come out but Patricia did, and I also saw somebody else cool too. Waiting by the stage door to be let in by security I noticed a woman who looked extremely like Olivia Wilde. I pointed it out to the person next to me who I had been talking too a bit but I don't think she took it too seriously. Then after the woman was let in to the door people asked the guards if it was Olivia Wilde and, as you would assume, was in fact Olivia Wilde. That made up for the fact Bradley didn't come out. Bradley rarely comes out after the show, he didn't come out after last nights, the Saturday matinee or the Saturday evening show, and the woman who stood next to me tried to come see him three weeks ago and he didn't come out then either. Luck of the draw I guess, but he doesn't show his face much. Patricia Clarksen came out though, so I have 2 out of the 3 stars signatures on the Play Bill. I might try again tomorrow, but I don't think I'll be able to make it because we are going to Brooklyn, but who knows.