I woke up to a chill that I’ve missed dearly, one that refreshes my eyes and makes me want to stay huddled in blankets while I’m wide awake at seven in the morning. The previous night, I had partially opened the windows in my bedroom to let in air to mix with the festering heat, and it let me experience the crisp gray skies firsthand after the night passed. Continue reading
Bits and pieces out of notebook pages from this month.
1. I started senior year on August 17th, 2016. That is terrifying.
2. There have been a few mornings where I’ve opened my window expecting light to flood the glass but was met with dense fog and dew drops, and I couldn’t have been more pleased.
3. My playlists are my time machines. Continue reading
When I’m at a loss for what to write, I tend to go through my archives- whether those be blog archives or the stacks upon stacks of notebook pages I’ve filled over years, I lean towards reflection on previous events.
Today, I stumbled across two posts I wrote towards the start of junior year. I often used to write something I liked to call “This Week’s Episode,” and each was essentially a reflection or recap of the week I had. Continue reading
1. There are two weeks of school left.
2. I actually managed to get through AP testing without collapsing.
3. I am painting jellyfish on a stool in art class.
4. I am addicted to painting jellyfish. Continue reading
Back in May, slightly over-ambitious Sophomore Arya decided to sign up Junior Arya for an AP Computer Science course. This sounded like a fantastic idea at the time, but then on the first day of school in the new year, Junior Arya realized something very important: she had never, ever, ever coded before. Continue reading
Fresh composition notebooks, cleaned-out binders, shiny new pens and pencils…
One of my favorite parts of starting school. Continue reading
This year I took a photography course that really changed how I look at things.
It’s not quite the same as biology, which opened my eyes to connections on a deeper level; photography taught me to look at the world through a magnifying glass. (A mental magnifying glass, that is. I don’t carry around a magnifying glass. Though maybe I should. Just because I can.)