I was convinced that today was a Friday. It's like Ngan used telepathic communication with me somehow last night without me bringing up anything first because today I got to do a lot of things that I had planned on my list that she also wanted to do. Now that is awesome possum. Since school didn't start until noon, we went to Peet's Coffee and Tea for the quick stop, Half Price Books for the heck of it, Thrift Town for the big excitement, and In-N-Out for the big starvation. With the small caffè latte from Peet's, I was good to go for most of the sunny morning until noon hit. At the comfy bookstore, I spent the majority of my time flipping through masterpieces in the art section. God, I love Andy Warhol's works; the brilliant man is such a huge, huge inspiration to the pop art culture. When I think of Andy Warhol, I automatically think of cool technicolor paintings of famous idols, symmetrically drawn band album covers, Campbell soup cans, and lots of glass Coke bottles. He was like this praiseworthy figure who was basically the father of pop art culture. Now I just want to go back to Half Price Books and collect the rest of the shiny special edition books and read more about the fascinating life of his.. until I feel like stopping.
I made it into Mr. Cava's classroom on the dot of the bell today. I practically ran nonstop from the tennis courts, pass the G-building, through the senior hallway, down the mainhall, and into the junior hallway to get to his classroom on time. I was safe enough in the end. I'd never want to do anything to disappoint my idol now. If it weren't for my sudden starvation, I wouldn't have asked Ngan to stop by the In-N-Out that took forever to bring out the drive-thru food, and I wouldn't have landed on the dot of the bell. Usually, I am one of those ridiculously strange early birds who enjoy arriving to school and specific classes on time. It's just that in Key Club, I was taught that being early is on time, while being on time is late; so being late basically means you're screwed. So... be early or go home??
The rest of the day felt really rushed as well. In Social Problems, we continued learning about the different kinds of discriminators in society and listened to Mr. Cava point out all of the different ethnic groups in his family. Then, I spent my later time gathering materials together for the Special Ed Talent Show. So because Abigail is trying to sing Fireworks by Katy Perry, Ms. Santos wanted to make something similar to fireworks that won't be too harmful for the kids to play with. Therefore we decided to tape gold and glittery straps to these old plastic sticks to make them look like golden stringy pom poms that are supposed to closely resemble sparkling fireworks. But, the Special Ed kids don't know what we are making for them yet. It's supposed to be a surprise!
Speaking about the Special Ed talent show, the girls already bought new dresses and rehearsed for weeks through their songs and lines. Even the usual stubborn Alex decided that he wanted to participate and sing because everyone else was singing. At that point, I thought Alex's new attitude was just fantastical. I am beyond excited to watch all of them perform on stage in front of everyone!
I also got the chance to hit at the tennis courts with Vincent again tonight. We decided to make it a daily routine, so we could both get back in shape soon. Tennis--it's truly the one sport that I fell in love with from the beginning. It's just too bad that love really means nothing in tennis, literally and metaphorically. I happened to finish watching Wimbledon the movie today, and it was honestly so nerve-racking, but entertaining to watch. I enjoyed watching it because I was able to relate how one can feel before, during, and after a big game. The movie really reminded me of certain games I had to go through during the past tennis seasons. First of all, it really is difficult to keep a friendship while in a competitive game because you know that winning is your goal and fooling around just won't make the cut. Second of all, I just have to say that it's true that nothing crazy goes through your mind while you're hitting; but once you stop to think even just for one second-either about what your opponent's weakness is or which new strategies you could use to pull forth, it's easy for those doubtful side thoughts to come rushing through your mind and mess with your mentality. Admittedly, two-three-track minds can be beneficial at times when you really need to think deep about the game, but overall, they are still wasteful distractions. Either way, the best bet is to always, always stay focused, and well, hit from the heart.
Tennis is the one sport that could be played to clear frustrated minds whenever and wherever.
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