It all comes to an end

It's been 4 years since I walked into the halls of Whitney High School and 5 years since I was in my room writing an essay a day, stressing about having the good enough essay score and CAT 6 score to be accepted into Whitney.
For some reason, this year feels like the culmination of all the years before it: those first years in America, struggling to learn English, those first years in elementary school when I had so many tantrums, and those first years on a high school campus.
I still remember asking my parents what the phrase "let's go" meant. I still remember my first English essay and how I experimented once by replacing all commas with and's (that essay had a lot of red marks). I still remember my first crush and how I was too scared to ask that person out (I won't tell you who). And, I still remember my first rejection (though sadly not last) and the sense of depression that came with it.
However, all that is over now, and there is only tomorrow. Perhaps in 5 years as I am about to finish my first four years of college, I will come to remember my junior year as the year that made my future bright. Or perhaps the year I regret the most...

Sudden urge to blog O_O

Well hello second semester!
Guess what? You already got my parents bugging me every day about SAT, ACT, AP, ACTE (jk about the last one). When you're not bugging me about it, you just happen to crowd my table with those prep books in the hope of making me read it. Every conversation just somehow leads to college. Hey how was your school day? What you went to Chinese Club practice? What how's that going to help you for college? Stop wasting your time! What you studied ACT? GOOD GOOD! What you had some fun? BAD BAD!

Well you know what! I REFUSE TO SUCCUMB THIS PRESSURE! screw college!

And by the way, thank you second semester for giving me another white hair.