Week 10

 My essay is finally finished. I feel relieved, but a bit sad at the same time. My topic was moral philosophy and the hero’s journey in the anime Death Note. I felt a bit insecure at first, it felt like everyone else picked a complex and academic topic while I rambled about an anime for 7 pages. In retrospect, I realize writing about a topic I genuinely enjoy really helped me have a greater understanding of the topic. 

I’m frustrated with my art class. I love pottery, and I’ve been taking classes since I started at Central. Not to brag, but I think I’m good at it and Mr. G has been a huge help throughout my art journey. He recommended last year that I go to studio arts since I would have more creative freedom. Great. Fantastic. Except this class is heavily based on drawing and painting, which I never took. The class is paced for mediums other than ceramics. Pottery is hard to work on at home, takes longer, and requires more tools. The period between projects makes it physically impossible to sculpt, glaze, and fire a piece in the time I’m given. It’s frustrating.

I’m going to miss blogging. I’ve really grown to love writing my thoughts down and sharing my week in review.

This week I’m grateful for the NJ Sharing Network, my last 10 miles of gas, and my friend’s obese cat.

Death Note essay

 https://medium.com/@999011/the-death-of-the-hero-how-moral-philosophy-and-the-heroes-journey-shape-death-note-c3ba6095ff1a

week 9

 I have very mixed feelings about this time of year. I love baking for my loved ones, but I hate the freezing cold. I love the upcoming breaks, but I hate the fast paced environment before them. I love my birthday, but I hate getting older. I always feel stuck in a bad mood this time of year, so I'm trying to keep myself distracted. Depression can't hit a moving target.

I dyed my hair again this week. I almost never dye my hair at my dad's, and now I remember why. My entire bathroom is stained pink. The tub, the sink, the wall, all streaked with pink. It's mystifying. How can my hair dye not leave a single stain when I dye my hair at my mom's, but at my father's it looks like a crime scene. 

Having a late November birthday kind of sucks. My boss says no one can take personal time the week of Thanksgiving, and we have off the day of. I had to reschedule my plans to go to NYC.

I'm grateful for wishlist websites, 10 Things I Hate About You, and orange Skittles. 

Week 8

I think gyms should require you to watch an etiquette video before signing up. Like it feels like common courtesy to not use on of the only smith machines for an hour but I guess it’s rocket science.

I started applying to colleges. I got a few fee waivers but it’s still going to cost a lot of money to apply to all the places I want to go. The cost of college is also freaking me out. I’m going to be hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt unless I get some crazy scholarships.

I’ve been trying to decide my senior quote, but I’m so indecisive. I might do a Lauryn Hill lyric. I honestly have no clue.

This week I’m grateful for discount chipotle and edible cookie dough.