As my weary fingers teeter atop the array of symbols called a "keyboard", I write this word concoction with hesitance and dread. Red nailpolish peeling, face mask overwhelming my face and getting onto my shirt. As I pull these bizarre memories out of my chemistry-burdened brain, I think: Wow this is really it. My last AEP blog before the fateful transfer to filipino. Cool. March 19 – To the Worse Me There comes a time when you must confront your past self. Unfortunately, my time was today. For our midterm, we had to write letters to our younger selves. This concept was actually something I had thought about before, so I knew exactly what to tell that stupid, annoying, embarrassing, loud, irritating, insufferable - I should probably stop. I chose to talk to 11 year old me. The time period before the pandemic ended and I could start making actual mistakes. I have made a collection of intricate plunders that only I would've been able to pull off since 2021. I gave her a he...
March 5 - Memory? Never Heard of Her I swear we just blinked and suddenly we’re teetering on the edge of the school year’s finale. One of the last blogs I’ll write for AEP—bittersweet. I may pretend to loathe blog-writing, but I’ll admit: these are the breadcrumbs we’re leaving behind, a little trail of chaos and near-misses. Anyway—onward to the day’s chaos. This warmup? Off the rails. Literally. No Wordle. No Hurdle. No grid of doom (Squaredle, I LOATHE you). Instead, two maps appeared on the board like ominous apparitions. The task: give a sentence comparing them. Easy? Think again. You had to remember every single sentence said before yours and build onto it like a verbal game of Jenga. One wrong sentence and the whole thing collapsed. Spoiler: it did. I couldn’t remember the order for the life of me, but watching the others spiral into confusion was... kind of entertaining. Schadenfreude? Perhaps. Afterward, we received yet another map worksheet. Cartography is slowly b...