with wednesday here

I must say that a little California sun with slight breezes of wind brushing by is good enough to satisfy me in the midst of this January weather. I'm taking all of the things that I need to complete by the end of each day slowly, bit by bit. I feel accomplished most when I am in Mr. Cava's class. He brings the cheetahs out of me and Dan when he makes us answer his in-depth questions that he refers from the Fast Food Nation book under a limited amount of time. From the moment we walk in, the inky pens start scribbling until the moment we walk out. His class is the epitome of analyzing concepts under the quick sound of a snap and a blink of an eye in fast pace.

I felt happiest today when I gave Ms. Chavarria the crimson-red shaded postcard I picked up especially for her from the racks at the Space Needle gift shop in Seattle. She was beyond happy to receive it and told me that she had been praying for me all this time. If I had the chance to make a quick speech at my high school graduation, one of the first people I would like to give thanks to from Piedmont Hills would be Ms. Chavarria-- the one compassionate teacher and benevolent friend who caressed me through her kindhearted and magnanimous support throughout all four years of my high school experience.

I don't ever want to forget the genuine people that I have met in high school. I feel that senior year is continuously changing me as a whole and as cliche as it sounds, I am still in the process of trying to find myself while living in the moment at the same time. On the other hand, thank goodness we are not living in Huxley's Brave New World, where everyone lives the same repetitive routines everyday; because in a bizarre world where human beings get forced to obey the same state rules and stay in the same bubbles, we would surely be trapped within the definition of a dystopia for sure-- with no absolute freedom to express any sort of marked individuality.