And The Curtains Fall

I thought the yearbook would have been finalized and out by now, and I would've been able to write some deep metaphorical tie-in about how "my last year before really becoming an adult concluded when the yearbook was finalized, perhaps a metaphor of how the year ends when we're able to reflect and smile back at everything." But unfortunately, many boring have happened and the yearbook has been delayed for a whole decade. Well anyways, the yearbook's gonna be out soon. Probably 2 weeks. 

YEARBOOK'S OVER. HOLY SHIT. IT'S BEEN A WHOLE G*D D*MN YEAR OF THIS, AND IT'S FINALLY OVER. THE WEIGHT'S OFF MY SHOULDERS. 

Well, kinda. The yearbook's finalized. The only thing left to do is wait. The printed book will be out in early October, and the digital version will be out sometime. I have no idea. The new editors-in-chief had no idea we were having a digital release until Monday. Absolutely nuts. Well, I guess that's on me and EIC2 and EIC3. Anyways, I don't want to talk about yearbook here. That'll be its own entry. I have a lot to talk about and reflect on that, and now's not the time for a 5-page essay on El Camino Real. Damn, feels lame writing this paragraph. I feel very corporate and lame.

BORING TALK ASIDE, LET'S TALK ABOUT ME. So, it's been a whole 1.5 years of quarantine. You know, it honestly doesn't even feel like that. Every day, for the past 1.5 years has felt really unremarkable. Like, every day just flew by because of how similar it was. I thought senior year would've ended with a new 1600m PR, a tear-filled XC and track banquet, a year of making more Coach Carter speeches but in H2 instead of the track, and a year of doing more stuff with the Boys. Unfortunately, things have turned out quite differently. I've spent the whole 1.5 year in my home. Throughout the entirety of senior year and the end of junior year, I haven't gone out with any of my friends. That's not to say I've never gone outside the whole time, of course. That whole time, I was still working out, and I actually got into weightlifting. And after school and work time, I started watching shows (for the first time in my life!). 

On the classwork side of things, I think I've been snoozing. I had Physics C, Calc BC, Yearbook, Gov, Art, and English. I had 3 APs, but it was really more like 4 because of yearbook. Anyways, I spent a decent amount of effort in most of my classes. Physics fucking sucked (as per usual), but I still tried to participate in class and study. I tried in Calc, and I actually enjoyed it because it was pretty satisfying to understand how fancy nerd stuff worked, and not just memorize boring equations. Gov was actually a breeze; Gin barely gave us anything to do, so I barely did anything (still passed the AP exam though). 

Let me elaborate a bit on "I started watching shows." I've never watched any shows prior to quarantine as a post-homework pastime. I've literally never had the time or had other things that captivated my very short attention span. Mainly YouTube and gaming. Anyways, WATCHING SHOWS. Man, feels nice to have something to commit yourself to and talk about. I've watched shows before (Cherybol, 1st season of GoT, 1st season of The Boys), but only during breaks and never during the actual school year. Among some other things, having the time to watch shows was one of the silver linings of quarantine. The first show I got into this year was Narcos. I was rewatching scenes from Sicario and Sicario: Dia del Soldada, and then in my recommended videos, I saw the scene with Pablo Escobar and his dad from Narcos. After watching that, I was also recommended the Los Pepes shootout scene. Those 2 scenes got me intrigued to watching more Narcos clips, and I did. After those 2, I watched the Plata o Plumo scene and I was really hooked into the show. So I started watching Narcos. I'll elaborate on the shows I watched this quarantine in another entry, but I was hooked by the really gritty and realistic vibe, the soundtrack, the plot, and the immersion to reality. Absolute heat of a show. That then led me to watch Narcos: Mexico, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, and The Wire. Basically, I've been on this crime genre wagon. The gritty vibes of those shows really had me going. 

You know, it's crazy to think that in 3 days, I'll be off to college. That I'll be by myself for the first time in 18 years, and have to figure a lot of things myself. There's a lot of things I'm taking for granted right now: not having to worry about laundry, paying bills, making dinner, having a familiar closed environment, being surrounded by family, not worrying about job stuff. I really can't think of anything else, but I'm sure there'll be more minute stuff that'll really sink in once I move in. 

You know, maybe it's a good time to reflect on my 18 years in Rosemead. My fashion, personality, music taste, habits, and physical appearance have changed a lot throughout the years. I'll save the specifics for another entry, but just to summarize, I'm now technically an adult. I wear pretty minimal, basic clothes and style my hair in a side part. If I'd describe my personality in a couple words, I'd say I'm lighthearted, comical, kinda socially underdeveloped, reserved at times, studious, creative, motivational, athletic, and somewhat disciplined. 

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this is an unfinished entry, but I'm still going to publish what I had. I don't want to taint this old entry with any recent thoughts or attitudes; I'm just going to leave this in it's pure state. I'll add onto this whole entry in other entires though.