GG.

Since I am still in shock, this post may come off as emotionless and unrealistic. It feels that way to me. I am sorry, but my academic image has just been blemished in a way that cannot be ratified.
Finals. Ouch. Actually, its not really finals. It was one final, and now a deep and moving reflection upon this blind and falsely confident semester.

Athletic Training: I thought I wouldn't make new friends, and I didn't make new friends. Congratulations, I have successfully predicted my own social elusiveness around people of different races and unweighted classes once again. Some education was wasted, but meeting who white people consider white trash, nice black people, and decent Indians was refreshing in the midst of my high achieving Asian schedule.

AP Physics B: I learned to respect my teacher, which I guess is progress from last year. In the last few weeks, I didn't even fall asleep. A lot of grapes and almonds were stolen from 8:41 to 9:35, and only once was the textbook opened ... and slept upon. This is my final project, if you can see, if you care. It was the only good thing produced, and it's only because I can work aesthetics, and apparently nothing else. Especially not chemistry. https://naperville.instructure.com/eportfolios/13154/Home/Welcome

AP French: Either I have suddenly become extraordinarily eloquent in interpretive and interpersonal presentation in the French language, or the teacher is being nice to only me and the rest of the class is suddenly also getting B's and C's. Or both. I almost want to tell myself good job on getting an 86% in the class I thought I would dominate effortlessly, except that's a B, my precious, infant B, born of 16 weeks of C+. I actually appreciate the manipulation and combination of language. I cherish my Chinese culture, even if I think it sounds silly to speak to my parents in the tongue. French exposed me to the intricacies of true grammar, and I am grateful for every one of the 7 to 10 tenses it has taught me. Foreign life is fascinating, but apparently, foreign classes are sickening. I should thank my teachers for what they have done for me, even when I don't participate and make them impatient. C'etait un bon 2.5 annees d'apprendre la francais.

AP Chemistry: And here is my humbling D+, B+ class. The pride of my freshman silver test tube pride shot in one glance on IC. B+. Ouch. I have a couple rules for life, and number 2 (I guess it's number 2, but I haven't made an official list, so it doesn't really count) concerns hard work. There is a threshold of work that one has to expend in order to earn a certain level of achievement. In most cases, a relative minimum is at 90%, which is what constitutes an A-, a 5.0 at this school. I thought I peaked at this minimum long ago, almost naturally, but this week, clearly, I have slipped into a cusp... or something. I do have some things to say about the depth at which we cover certain topics, similarly to Physics B. Chemistry is not like calculus. Not everything is explained, and not everything could be questioned, especially when the teacher is mad at Benny. Still, it was possible to get that A, since people did do so, so I am a noob, and I need to focus.

BC Calculus: No. The level of engagement to polar coordinates and integrals makes it impossible for me to even think about sleeping. I am in love with my table, but only infatuated enough to be the best quiz group and talk about college. Everything is good, even if I didn't get A's until halfway through the semester. Calcchat also saved me homework time... and math team? My heart is at rest.

Lunch: Contrary to previous assumptions, I did end up eating 40% of this semester, which is an improvement, except weight-wise... supposedly. People are nice.

APUSH: For working so hard, I went clutch mode for the last month because I gave up too early. I am stupid, and history is okay. It helped me in SATs if not anything else, and it has taught me what grass really is. Very well, I contradict myself. I am large. I contain multitudes. Do you ever want to jump off a bridge? But you can't say that at a cocktail party. Of all classes, this is the one that made me question my beliefs and values seriously, regarding morals, academia, and values. Of all classes in which to sleep in the front of the class, this was it. I learned and forgot an unprecedented amount of bull right here. And words, I appreciate words.

AP Lang: Speaking of words, I have never done rhetorical analysis formally until now, and it's actually fun when I'm genuinely trying to make my bs authentic. Above all, this class made the best community. Our analysis groups were phenomenal, and they carried me hard. I watched my friend and teacher dress the same way, and then my teacher cry because we stood on our desks and saluted Oh Captain, my Captain, on finals day. She kept crying as she passed out our scantrons, and thanked us for ending her day so well. I think we honored her, accidentally, through our collaboration of mistakenly passionate pursuits of knowledge, and she accepted our antics. There were feels.

And thus ends my dispicable 4.54 junior year. I will update when my dad takes away my other force-fed and cutesy community, club badminton.