I stepped out of the airport to a blast of heat, inwardly grumbling at the prospect of quickly becoming drenched in sweat as I lugged my bags toward the car. However, as the week went on, I quickly found myself adjusting to the heavy, humid air as my cousin and I roamed the streets of DC and New York City.
When It Rains, Restless Heart Syndrome, World So Cold…I scrolled through my finished playlist with decided satisfaction, hitting the spacebar on my bulky hand-me-down Mac and turning up the volume in my headphones. The soft guitar and choir voices of Yellowcard’s Paper Walls title track played through the speakers in my ears, coming to a quiet stop right before the amps kicked in and began to dissolve the churning sensation in my gut.
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
The most ridiculous way I’ve ever heard of singing “happy birthday” has been in my seventh period AP English class. Well, the most ridiculous so far.
Whenever there’s a birthday, my teacher declares that all are to sing according to the following rules:
- Any key.
- Any pace.
- Any tone of voice.
- Any language.
- There are no rules.
I feel like I usually shy away from being sung to, even when it’s around a cake with family and friends- I never know where to look or what to do in reaction. However, I think those 30 seconds of embarrassment today were worth it because this particular rendition of this over-sung tune was magnificent. Continue reading