<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:15:37.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jess' Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-2814079619245746711</id><published>2007-05-24T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:16:17.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huskies</title><content type='html'>UW. Huskies. &lt;br /&gt;As the time gets closer to leave for college, I find myself getting more and more scared and intimidated. Since the school is so huge, I know I'm going to be really intimidated when I arrive there. I'm afraid that college is going to be really hard and I won't be able to handle it. I'm going to miss my family, my dog, my friends, and the warm weather. I hope I can adjust well to the cold and rainy weather. But since my sister attended UW as well, I already have many warm jackets and she can help me prepare for the weather, the city, and the school. Many of my friends are also attending UW, but I doubt I will be hanging out with them much. They are all paired up with each other and plan to room together, but I have chosen to room with a random person that I am paired up with. I think this is a better strategy to meet people, but I also think that rooming with someone you know is beneficial to becoming more adjusted to college life and it can also serve as a sense of security. I'm excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-2814079619245746711?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/2814079619245746711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=2814079619245746711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/2814079619245746711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/2814079619245746711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/05/huskies.html' title='Huskies'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-8566571133154958886</id><published>2007-05-24T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:09:08.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my last day of high school</title><content type='html'>It's so hard to believe that it's my last day of high school. A year ago, when watching the seniors perform at the last day assembly, I remember thinking to myself, it's going to take so long for us to be in their position. But it really hasn't been long at all. My senior year went by so fast. Especially this second semester. Because we seniors were so busy in the first semester with college applications as well as school work, time went by faster because we had a lot to do. Tommorow is skip day, and I can't believe that it was a year ago when we were the juniors that made our "senior shirts" that we wore to school on that day. When a senior friend of mine told me that senior year goes by really fast, I found it hard to believe considering all of the events we have during senior year. It seemed as if the year would take forever to complete. But he was definately right, because this year did indeed go by extremely quick. Baccalaureate is this weekend, and I can remember many years ago when I attended my brother and sister's baccalaureate ceremony. They looked so old to me, and now I can't believe that it's my turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-8566571133154958886?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/8566571133154958886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=8566571133154958886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/8566571133154958886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/8566571133154958886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-last-day-of-high-school.html' title='my last day of high school'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-941441507587618982</id><published>2007-05-24T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:00:49.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ap test</title><content type='html'>On May 15th, I took the most miserable test of my life. I didn't think chemistry was THAT hard until I took that ap exam. As soon as I woke up I felt sick and dizzy and just...horrible. I got to the classroom in Alexander and sat down on the ground, waiting for the teacher to open the classroom door and let us in. It was freezing cold and even though I had a sweatshirt on I felt extremely cold. As soon as the teacher opened up the classroom door to welcome us in, I began to get a runny nose. I usually get a runny nose when I'm in a really cold place. I knew this was not going to be an enjoyable four hours. I was miserable, and didn't want to take the test at all. Not only did I have a runny nose, but I was also extremely exhausted from lack of sleep nights before the exam. I wish I had started studying for this exam earlier, and perhaps I wouldn't have been so miserable. I barely knew anything on the exam, I couldn't think very well because the temperature in the room was so cold, and there was a lack of kleenex. Overall, I think AP exams are ridiculous. But thankfully, they don't affect our semester grades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-941441507587618982?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/941441507587618982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=941441507587618982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/941441507587618982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/941441507587618982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/05/ap-test.html' title='the ap test'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-8113102446945394148</id><published>2007-04-26T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T01:28:46.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>motivation</title><content type='html'>My AP chemistry test is about three weeks away and I'm having a lot of trouble finding the motivation to study for it and attempt to pass it. In order to pass the AP test, I have to get one-third of it right. Sounds pretty simple, right? NOT. We started reviewing material to prepare us for the test about a week ago, and I don't remember anything. My teacher gives us quizzes on very old material that we learned during first semester, and everyone does very poorly because nobody remembers anything that we learned during first semester. There are also review sessions held after school in a classroom with a teacher that can help us answer questions we may have. I wish I had the motivation to do well on this test, but I just can't find it! Since what we get on this test doesn't affect our grade for the semester, it's hard for many people to find the motivation. Especially for seniors who are graduating in about a month, it's even harder because we seniors tend to not care about school anymore. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-8113102446945394148?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/8113102446945394148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=8113102446945394148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/8113102446945394148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/8113102446945394148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/04/motivation.html' title='motivation'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-1061776205434743208</id><published>2007-04-24T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:06:37.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation</title><content type='html'>So this past cycle's assembly began with a video showing tid bits of last year's graduation ceremony. By showing this video to us seniors, it made me realize just how close graduation really is. This weekend is prom, and then the following weekend is holoku. The next big event after holoku is graduation!!! Of course, there are many senior sing practices along the way, but I don't mind them so much anymore because I like the songs we're singing, and we sound pretty good! Plus, having these practices gets me pumped up for graduation even more than I already am without the practices. So overall, it's a good thing that we're having these practices so often. Prom is in four days. I can't believe it's already prom time. I remember thinking about prom, and how excited I was getting, about...six months ago! Now it's only four days away. How fast time went by...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watching the video of last year's graduation made me feel some butterflies in my stomache as I was sitting in my chair in dillingham. I pictured myself in the video walking down the aisle at the neil blaisdell center, linking arms with fellow classmates. I noticed how nice and clean cut everyone looked and got even more excited because I thought to myself, that's going to be me in about a month!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-1061776205434743208?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1061776205434743208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=1061776205434743208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/1061776205434743208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/1061776205434743208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/04/graduation.html' title='graduation'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-7439449594542505088</id><published>2007-04-22T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:38:17.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rain</title><content type='html'>As I sat here at my computer browsing around myspace, facebook, and uploading some pictures that I took over the weekend, a familiar smell entered the room through a nearby window. I didn't have to look out the window to figure out what odor was coming through the window. As soon as the distinctive smell entered my nostrils I knew that it was the smell of rain. Sure enough, when I glanced at the window from my seat at the computer dozens of rain droplets were hitting the glass through the screen. &lt;br /&gt;What actually makes the rain smell like it does? Rain is just water, right? Water fron the sink doesn't have a smell. So what makes rain smell? Wow I never really thought of that until now..I always thought rain smelt like how it does because it's rain. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps for my nature essay I could write something about rain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-7439449594542505088?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/7439449594542505088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=7439449594542505088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/7439449594542505088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/7439449594542505088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/04/rain.html' title='rain'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-1467278312242651999</id><published>2007-04-19T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:47:36.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At My Spot</title><content type='html'>While sitting at my spot at a picnic bench between Alexander and the library, I noticed: A whole bunch of asian people, a couple of cliques sitting in various spots around me either gossiping with each other, or playing cards. I noticed people walking in and out of the library, people laughing with each other, people studying together, and people eating lunch together. I noticed plumeria trees in front of me, leaves being tossed around on the ground by the wind, and I noticed the trees above me that were shaking violently in the wind, causing a couple of branches and many leaves to fall to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observing my spot from another angle, I noticed similar things such as the trees shaking in the wind, and branches and leaves tossing in the wind. I noticed cliques talking and eating, but I didn't notice as many cliques as I did when I was at my spot because my vision wasn't as good as it was when I was at my spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have that much time to observe from another angle because time was short...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-1467278312242651999?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1467278312242651999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=1467278312242651999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/1467278312242651999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/1467278312242651999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-my-spot.html' title='At My Spot'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-3435518315784746655</id><published>2007-04-11T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T01:46:33.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking Ticket</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty awful day. It started off with senior sing practice at the ungodly hour of 7:30. I haven't started at 7:30 since junior year, so I was not used to waking up so early. I had planned to go work-out at my friend's apartment building after school, so I decided to drive to school. Today would make the third time this whole year that I've driven to school, and so I had to stress out about finding parking, and make it to Cornuelle for senior sing practice by 7:30. On top of all of that, I had an oral presentation for Chinese class today right after senior sing practice which finished at 8:30. An oral presentation in Chinese class consists of memorizing 10 minutes worth of Chinese discussing a certain assigned topic. I was so nervous for this and it didn't help that I didn't have time to refresh and practice before class because of senior sing. After presenting my presentation, I had a nice and long relaxing three hour break, went to Composition class, and then it was off to Chemistry class at 1:30. Chemistry class was utterly exhausting mostly because I realized that I don't understand any of the material we are learning now and we have a quiz on Friday. Uh oh. My school day was done after Chemistry class at 1:30. I walked about a block away from school to my car. It was blistering hot, and I was exhausted from a tiring, rough day. To top of my horrible day, I had a parking ticket wedged between my windshield wiper and the front glass of my car. I was very shocked because when I parked at that spot at 7:15 this morning, I thought I made sure that it was legal to park there at that time. Turns out there was a sign saying no parking 7:00-9:00 am on school days only, but it was all the way at the end of the street, hidden by a bush, and the words were facing the opposite direction from a driver's point of view. What a way to top off the end of my day, huh? AHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-3435518315784746655?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/3435518315784746655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=3435518315784746655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/3435518315784746655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/3435518315784746655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/04/parking-ticket.html' title='Parking Ticket'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-1074201799087554989</id><published>2007-04-09T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:31:58.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Housing</title><content type='html'>The next step in completing my college decision process is to sign up for housing. I just finished looking at the selection of different dorms, and I'm having a hard time deciding what dorm I want to stay at...there's a gallery of pictures of each dorm and certain ammenities, but they all pretty much look the same. A bunch of my friends are applying for housing around now too, and I'm trying to decide if I want to be in the same dorm as them. I'm afraid if I do stay in the same dorm with a bunch of my friends I'm just going to be hanging out with them, but at the same time I want to be with at least some of my friends so that I don't feel as lost and lonely. Honestly, I'm getting pretty intimidated by going to college, and the whole process, but I'm really excited at the same time! All I can really think about is going up there and being on my own..finally! It's been very hard to think about school related work this semester, but I'm trying my hardest to stay on track and focus on getting all of my work done on time so that by the time May comes along I'll basically be on cruise control. May is full of activites to prepare us for graduation, and so it is really hard for us seniors to fullyu concentrate on school work. &lt;br /&gt;I hope I can survive this month!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-1074201799087554989?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1074201799087554989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=1074201799087554989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/1074201799087554989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/1074201799087554989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/04/housing.html' title='Housing'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-2882369096342669935</id><published>2007-04-08T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:19:50.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Quarter..</title><content type='html'>It's the last quarter of my high school career, and I should be excited right? Nope. Starting this week, seniors have to attend senior sing practices during certain times of the day. The time must correspond with a time when you have a break, because you can't miss classes to attend them. Which sucks a lot, because some days I only have one break or no break at all. You must attend four practices a week...and if you can't go you have to write it down on some sheet of paper with the deans or something like that...I'm not completely sure about that part. Anyway, my point is, I'm going to be so busy this quarter, and I already have a lot of work to do, and to top it off we have senior sing practices during our breaks? UGH. &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting less and less excited for prom, which is just around the corner...getting everything organized with the limo, and flowers, and tuxedo's, and pictures, etc. is very stressful and frustrating because everyone wants something different, and it just becomes a big mess. I hope when prom actually comes along, it will be really fun and all of this stress and frustration that is happening now, will all be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes into the fourth quarter...gahhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-2882369096342669935?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/2882369096342669935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=2882369096342669935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/2882369096342669935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/2882369096342669935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/04/4th-quarter.html' title='4th Quarter..'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-8290519049327016244</id><published>2007-04-04T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:20:16.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Drinking...</title><content type='html'>Because my group had the chance to read the public interest essay on binge drinking, and we had the chance to discuss the drinking issue as a big group, I decided to write about my opinion on teen drinking and the drinking age. I think teenage drinking is a big problem, but I think that one of the main reasons why so many underage teens drink is because of the fact that it is illegal. I feel that if it weren't illegal, a lot of teens wouldn't have the urge to do it. But because underage drinking is illegal, not everyone can get ahold of alcohol, so not that many people can drink. If it were legal for teenagers around the age of 16 and up to drink, then I think not so many people would be doing it because all teenagers who are 16 and up can gain access to it, so it's not that cool if your group of friends are drinking. &lt;br /&gt;In our class dicussions, we discussed that if the drinking age was lowered to 16, and the eligible age to get a license was 16, then the two would not mix very well. I agree with this, but I think that in that case, the issue is more about drinking and driving versus the age a person is allowed to drink. &lt;br /&gt;I think this topic is something that can be talked about for hours and hours, and a logical solution can't ever be found that can make everyone happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-8290519049327016244?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/8290519049327016244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=8290519049327016244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/8290519049327016244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/8290519049327016244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/04/teen-drinking.html' title='Teen Drinking...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-500519781988408281</id><published>2007-04-02T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T13:26:47.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blades of glory!!!!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a very fun one. I got to hang out with some of my guy friends that I usually never see on the weekends, and it was really fun because I haven't hung out with them in a really long time. On Friday a friend of mine had a get together at his house and it was really fun because there were a lot of people there and a bunch of them were people who I usually do not hang out with outside of school. But Saturday was even more enjoyable than Friday because I got to see Blades of Glory...TWICE! In the same day!! I can't even begin to explain how funny this movie was, but it was funny enough for me to spend nine more dollars to see it later that night. My whole group of friends ended up going together, and it was just a good weekend. I haven't had a good weekend like such in a really long time...and I hope the weekends will continue to get better as the year winds down to an end. With prom just around the corner, I'm anticipating this last quarter of high school to be a good one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend Blades of Glory.....see it ASAP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-500519781988408281?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/500519781988408281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=500519781988408281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/500519781988408281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/500519781988408281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/04/blades-of-glory.html' title='blades of glory!!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-6136966605621806030</id><published>2007-03-29T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:22:44.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>In about a month, I will have to decide on what college I will be attending in the fall. It's scary to realize how fast my senior year flew by. I remember around this time last year, graduation and just being a second semester senior seemed SO far away...but now that the time has arrived, it went by really fast. As stoked as I am about graduating in about two months, deep down inside I wish high school were longer because I'm going to miss everyone, and it's going to be hard to live without the people that I see almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Today on the news, there was a report about high school seniors and how now is the time where seniors are in the process of waiting/deciding on colleges. But for parents, their main concern is the cost to send their kids to college. For seniors, their main concern is what colleges they get accepted to, and what college they want to go to. The story went on to discuss why college tuition is so expensive, and where the money actually goes. I didn't listen to the rest of the story, but I heard enough of it to give me inspiration to write my blog about making college decisions. &lt;br /&gt;Since a parent and their child have different concerns when deciding on what college to attend, there will definitely be conflicting opinions on what college the student will actually attend. Should the student's decision be based on the amount of financial aid received and how much the tuition is? Or should it be based on where they really want to go/their best fit college? Which is ultimately more important? Right now I am somewhat having a hard time deciding on which is more important. I have my heart set on going to the University of Washington, but that is also the school that gave me the least amount of financial aid. The school that I don't want to go to at all gave me the most financial aid. The cheapest school is the school my parents want me to attend, but I don't think I will be happy there. &lt;br /&gt;I have a month to decide...&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-6136966605621806030?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6136966605621806030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=6136966605621806030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/6136966605621806030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/6136966605621806030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/03/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-2086418787743235463</id><published>2007-03-28T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:58:49.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Code.</title><content type='html'>When we were asked in class today to talk about public interests, the first thing that came to my mind was dress code. Dress code is something that most female students at Punahou have a problem with. Most guys don't really care, because they can basically wear whatever kinds of shirts they want, and some boys would wear polo/collared shirts anyway even if there wasn't a dress code. Anyway, I think the dress code is really ineffective and I am no less distracted in school than I was when there wasn't a dress code. I think that the only good thing about dress code is that you really don't need to worry about what to wear to school anymore, and money is definitely being saved to some extent because I don't need to buy as much clothes as I did when there wasn't a dress code. But whatever. I hate the dress code, I think it's stupid, and ineffective. Plus they are kind of expensive, and did require extra money to be spent to buy the uniform clothes last school year. I also think that all teachers should enforce it, or not enforce it at all because the way it is now, with some teachers enforcing it and some not, it is very unfair for students who have teachers that enforce it versus students who have teachers that don't enforce it. The students who have teachers that enforce it HAVE TO dress in dress code, and students who have teachers that don't enforce it can choose whether or not to dress in dress code, and take their own risks in running into a dean during the day. No matter how many announcements/reminders that the deans make in assembly about keeping up with the dress code, I still see handfuls how students everyday who aren't following dress code. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGGINGS AREN'T PANTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm a senior so I won't really have to deal with this dress code madness for much longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-2086418787743235463?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/2086418787743235463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=2086418787743235463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/2086418787743235463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/2086418787743235463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/03/dress-code.html' title='Dress Code.'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-8764668678683701706</id><published>2007-03-21T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T14:56:15.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>So last night I went to see "300". About two weeks ago, the movie "300" came out. Many of my friends went to see it on the day it debuted, and at about 7:30 at Ward, all of the showings for it that night were sold out. I didn't really understand why so many people wanted to see it...especially on the opening night. But I guess it was hyped up so much that it's hard not to want to see it as soon as possible. I chose to wait until I could use a GMT to see it because I didn't want to spend nine dollars on a movie that I could see a week or two later. So I went to see it last night. There was a very basic plot about the Spartans and the Persians fighting. Blood, gore, violence, nudity, and monster creatures with warts. It was basically what I expected, but I didn't think the special effects were THAT good. They were good, but I thought the Lord of the Rings effects were better. But I would definitely recommend it to people who like war movies. After the movie, I was reminded that it was a true story. This made me appreciate it more because it was a pretty intense battle, and to know that it actually happened in real life made it that much more epic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the topic of war movies, I would have to say that my favorite war movie would be "Troy". You know the one with Brad Pitt in it? It isn't my favorite just because Brad Pitt is in it, but because I really liked the story and morals depicted in it. It sucked how Brad had to die at the end though...but I would really recommend that movie as a good war movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-8764668678683701706?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/8764668678683701706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=8764668678683701706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/8764668678683701706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/8764668678683701706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/03/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-4190019320917838578</id><published>2007-03-15T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:07:17.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Life</title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed working with the digital pictures and the comic life. I thought it was a really cool program and now I want it for myself at home! I thought that doing sentence/grammar work was going to be really boring, but thanks to all of the new technology that weʻve been using recently, it made doing sentence work really fun. Not only was it fun to take pictures that depicted our sentences, but I also learned a lot from it. Before doing this activity, I had forgotten what simple, compound, and complex sentences were. I had learned what they were back in freshmen year but I had completely forgotten. When we started to try and think of sentences that we could depict in pictures, me and Aaron were really confused about independent clauses, dependent clauses, and predicates. So it took us a while to figure out the sentences we were going to work on. But we eventually figured it out after asking Mr. Watson for help. During and after we took pictures, I started to learn even more about sentence making and now Iʻm much more confident about writing sentences. Iʻm a very visual learner, and so this type of exercise helped me learn a lot more effiently and effectively. If we did fun activities such as these more often to help us learn, I will definitely learn better. If only all classes were this fun! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iʻm pretty sure that everyone in my class enjoyed this activity. It was really fun taking pictures because it was unlike anything else I have ever done in a class. I hope to do more fun things with technology in the near future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-4190019320917838578?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/4190019320917838578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=4190019320917838578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/4190019320917838578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/4190019320917838578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/03/comic-life.html' title='Comic Life'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-9048069076807879485</id><published>2007-03-13T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:39:51.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creighton</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to a Creighton University informational reception at the Luke lecture hall at Wo Center. I didn't want to go, but my dad made me go with him so that we could both learn more about the school before I decided that I didn't want to attend there. I applied to eight colleges, and the first one that accepted me was Creighton. I applied there because I know that they have very good science programs which is what I'm interested in. Anyway, me and my dad ended up at this reception. I observed all of the people that were there and tried to imagine myself with them next year if I decided to go to Creighton. It was hard for me to do that because they all seemed like they were extremely studious, and I am not extremely studious most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a handful of parents there who spoke to us and shared the experiences they had with their children at Creighton. They mentioned that if you are really focused and know what you want to do in terms of a career, Creighton is a good place because you will really study and there are minimum distractions. They never mentioned anything about any shopping malls being close by. This was a red flag because I wanted to be in an urban area, and omaha nebraska is definitely not the ideal place that I would want to live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought attending this reception was a good experience for me because I could make sure that I didn't want to go there. Sure enough, I still don't want to go there. But I'm glad I went to the reception just to make sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big city type of girl!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-9048069076807879485?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/9048069076807879485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=9048069076807879485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/9048069076807879485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/9048069076807879485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/03/creighton.html' title='Creighton'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-6527355989341925138</id><published>2007-03-12T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:00:05.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you remember?</title><content type='html'>I often find myself thinking about the things in my life that have changed over the past several years. Especially since graduation is approaching just around the corner, I find myself reflecting on my highschool experiences and memories on a daily basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the good ol bishop days. Stress from school was kept to a minimum for me and there wasnʻt nearly as much drama between my friends as there is today in highschool. Some of my closest friends in bishop have become completely different people today in highschool. I no longer have someone that I can call my best friend. Remember asian avenue and xanga? Remember the courtyard and all of the hilarious after school memories that we all shared there? Remember study halls and blcʻs? Even though at the time I didnʻt like having those, I sure miss them because I could really use study hall time in my scheudle right now so that I am forced to do some homework. Back in the bishop days I donʻt remember being stressed out or unhappy. I remember being really happy and carefree. If there was a way to go back in time, I would definitely go back to 7th and 8th grade so that I could re-live all of those great memories again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could re-live my highschool years I would definitely do many things different. I wish I could say I have no regrets. But unfortunately, I do. If I could take this regret back, I truly believe that my entire highschool experience would be different. If I hadnʻt made the bad decision that I did, I believe that my highschool experience would have been soooo much better and I would have enjoyed it much more. But nothing is going to take back what I did and I wish I could fix everything. I thought everything was fixed last year but apparently it isnʻt because the results have carried onto this year. This is probably really hard to understand because no one knows about my regret. But there are probably some people out there who have made mistakes in their lives and have had to live with the consequences like I have. I wish I could say that I had a great last year in highschool, but to be honest I havenʻt. I swear Iʻm not usually this unhappy, but now Iʻm becoming more sentimental with graduation and college coming up fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope some people can relate. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-6527355989341925138?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6527355989341925138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=6527355989341925138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/6527355989341925138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/6527355989341925138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-remember.html' title='do you remember?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-1258857481399041243</id><published>2007-03-08T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T17:15:07.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what you gonna do?</title><content type='html'>So I don't really know what exactly what we're supposed to write about in these blogs. I just write about thoughts that are in my head..but they're not really insightful things. I hate drama. But it's definitely an inevitable thing to avoid when you are in highschool. I would think that my senior year would be drama free, but that is not the case. Senior year should be a time to make new friends, and make relationships with old friends stronger. Since we're all leaving for college in some months, I would think that everyone would be nicer. But everyone seems to be the same people they were when we were younger and have not matured at all. But there's nothing I can really do about that because I can't control how other people act. But what is there to do about drama anyway? There isn't really anything anyone can do to make drama not happen...but I guess it's all apart of highschool. But having drama isn't all that bad in some aspects. Experiencing all of the drama that I've experienced in the past has helped me to grow because it has taught me a lot about my friendships and who my true friends really are. There are certain people who have been with me through bad times and good times who I consider my best friends. (This is beginning to sound a bit corny..eesh) But anyway, with the year coming to an end very quickly, I hope that by the time graduation comes along, people will realize that all of this drama is very unnecessary. As "emo" as this sounds, I don't think I've ever been truly happy in a long while...but I don't show my unhappiness to anyone, I usually just keep it inside because I don't think my business is necessary for many people to know. I hope by writing this blog people won't judge me or anything like that. I know/hope people can relate to this... &lt;br /&gt;shoots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-1258857481399041243?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1258857481399041243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=1258857481399041243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/1258857481399041243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/1258857481399041243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-you-gonna-do.html' title='what you gonna do?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-1313808542811409587</id><published>2007-03-07T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:08:43.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>appreciation</title><content type='html'>With all of the pedestrian accidents and fatalities that have occured so far in this year, I've really learned to appreciate my life and the life of many others much more. After reading &lt;a href="http://the.honoluluadvertiser.com/article/2007/Mar/07/ln/FP703070398.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; and hearing about the numerous pedestrian accidents on the news, I felt a very heart-wrenching feeling for the victims and their families. Most of these pedestrian accidents and fatalities involve elderly vic†ims and it is just an extremely terrible thing to happen. Some of these people get hit because they are jaywalking. But others get hit by speeding cars while crossing  in a crosswalk. All of these victims and their families do not expect that their lives would end the way they did. This is what hurts the most, and what makes me deeply saddened. &lt;br /&gt;On one news report, reporters interviewed an elderly chinese person in chinatown who had jaywalked. The reporters asked her why she jaywalked and if she even knew that she jaywalked, and her reply was a confused " I can't talk English". She probably didn't even know what jay walking was. That old lady reminded me of my grandmother. My grandmother often goes to Chinatown to buy groceries and she probably jay walks sometimes. The recent pedestrian accidents make me even more concerned for my grandmother, but hopefully by the passing of the stricter pedestrian laws, unfortunate accidents can be put to a stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-1313808542811409587?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1313808542811409587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=1313808542811409587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/1313808542811409587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/1313808542811409587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/03/appreciation.html' title='appreciation'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-8613683304404292801</id><published>2007-03-05T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:43:44.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted</title><content type='html'>I got about five hours of sleep last night, due to the incredible amount of procrastination achieved this past weekend. I had a ton of work to do. Two projects, multiple pages of math homework, and several chapters of econ to read. Of course I saved it all for Sunday night. I didn't plan to save it all for Sunday night, but a lot of unexpected things happened this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;I planned on spending Saturday night and the whole Sunday day working on my homework. But on Saturday my mom had called me to make arrangements to go to a dinner party with her. I didn't have any other plans, so I was in a way obligated to go. So that's how I spent my Saturday night. I was so exhausted by the time I had gotten home from the party, and so as soon as I got home I took a shower and went straight to sleep. I didn't bother to start any of my homework, and figured that the entire Sunday would be enough time to start and finish my homework. At around 9:30 am, my manager from work called and told me that I was suppose to start work at 9 am. I had checked my work schedule on Friday, and it was blank. Work schedules are supposed to be done every Thursday,but there were unusual circumstances at the work place, so the schedule was done late Friday night. So it wasn't my fault that I didn't know I had to work. But anyway, there went my entire Sunday day. &lt;br /&gt;By the time I had arrived home from work, it was already late in the afternoon, and I had not even begun to touch my homework. I took a shower to prepare myself for a looooonggggg night of homework. I was not looking forward to starting my homework. I finally finished my homework at around 1:30 am, thus, I only got five hours of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;As a result of lack of sleep, I  had a really bad headache this morning and found it very difficult to concentrate and sit through my morning classes. I nearly fell asleep in all of them. But tonight is going to be a similar night to last night because I have an economics quiz and a math test tommorow. Plus, 24 is on tonight and I absolutely cannot miss it. I'm very hooked on the show and I could not go a Monday night without watching it. I also got my hair cut this afternoon, which took up more of my time to study. Tommorow is going to be a long day...and I am utterly exhausted. I don't know how I'm going to survive this week if it is starting off the way it is. Gah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-8613683304404292801?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/8613683304404292801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=8613683304404292801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/8613683304404292801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/8613683304404292801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/03/exhausted.html' title='exhausted'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-473519514070832016</id><published>2007-03-04T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:06:51.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>senior slump</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to feel the beginning stages of senior slump. It's almost the fourth quarter of my last year in high school and the main thing on my mind is graduation. I am procrastinating way more often than I did last semester, and I definitely feel lazier. I feel like I'm still putting in a lot of effort into my schoolwork, just not as much as I did last semester. Last semester I tried incredibly hard on my school work. Almost every night I would go to Barne's and Noble to do my homework/study for tests. I can never fully concentrate on my school work when I'm at home because there are way too many distractions at home that get me to lose my attention on my homework. But this semester, I haven't been to Barne's and Noble once to do my school work. I do all my homework at home now and indeed I find myself giving in to all of the distractions I have here at home. I live in my grandparent's house with six other family members, so the house is very chaotic and noisy most of the time. Even if I shut my room door and play music in my room, I can still hear what's going on outside of my room.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this semester I'm finding it very hard to concentrate on my school work. It's not that I don't care about my schoolwork, but more like my mind-set is already on being in college and trying to make a college decision, etc. The days of high school left are dwindling ever so quickly, and so it's difficult not to be thinking about graduating. But for now, I'm just trying to survive every day of school and trying to try hard in school. As much as I want to graduate from my school with a decent gpa, it's so incredibly difficult to try really really really hard this semester knowing that the grades we receive don't matter much. Many fellow seniors I know feel the same way about second semester grades, and many find it hard to do concentrate on school work. For most seniors that I know, senior slump had hit them as soon as the third quarter started. But now that the third quarter is near to ending, and the fourth quarter is getting ready to begin, senior slump has officially hit me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-473519514070832016?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/473519514070832016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=473519514070832016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/473519514070832016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/473519514070832016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/03/senior-slump.html' title='senior slump'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-6897931445810676104</id><published>2007-02-28T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:24:28.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the walk</title><content type='html'>So I copied Aaron's idea of taking a walk and then coming back to reflect on it in my blog. I took my dog for a walk around the neighborhood like I usually do about once or twice a week since my dad and my sister alternate with me taking her walking. I usually let my dog choose where she wants to go unless it's somewhere extremely dangerous, then I'll jerk her away from that direction. Ever since I first started taking my dog on walks, I noticed that she finds some interest in gutters. Everytime we walk by a gutter she pokes her nose in for a few moments and then I jerk her away and we move along. I don't know why she finds an interest in the gutters, but I get kind of paranoid when she's around there because one day she could jump in if she really wanted to. If my dog jumped in the gutter, that would be the end of her and I would probably never see her again. Anyway, that's just one of the odd things that she has an interest in when we go on our walks. &lt;br /&gt;Of course like any other dog she stops to sniff at telephone poles, light poles, and other dogs' mess. She usually causes rucus when we pass by houses with dogs, which is almost every other house in my neighborhood. It's a bit embarrassing, but I, unlike Aaron would not want to take my dog on a walk at night. It's too scary for me and my dog would not protect me against any predators because she simply does not have the physical ability to do that. &lt;br /&gt;There's one house about ten houses up the street from me that my dog usually likes to visit. It's a small yellow house with a fence in the front of it. At that house lives a small male Yorkshire Terrier. It's very cute, and rather friendly. It doesn't bark at us unlike all of the other dogs in my neighborhood, and my dog finds a cute interest in him. They sniff at each other's noses through the fence and in a way get to know each other? We don't stay long, but I can tell that everytime we visit this terrier, they remember each other from previous visits. Sometimes my dog will bark at the terrier, but most of the time they are friendly towards each other. They have a love hate relationship towards each other I guess. &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm writing about my dogs love relationship with another dog. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-6897931445810676104?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6897931445810676104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=6897931445810676104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/6897931445810676104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/6897931445810676104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/02/walk.html' title='the walk'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849027048817905.post-5201420950772222907</id><published>2007-02-27T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:21:28.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hawaiian food</title><content type='html'>We got hawaiian food for dinner tonight and it was very "delish"(aka delicious). We bought the pork and chicken laulau, and my grandpa made poi. I quickly scarfed down a lot of kalua pig and some laulau, and now here I am writing this blog. Eating Hawaiian food for the first time in a long while, I started to think about how much I'm gonna miss it come next year. I often find myself reflecting on how different and weird things will be next school year when I'm off living somewhere else and joining the college scene, etc. I can't really imagine myself in the college scene slash being independent slash being without my family and friends etc. Even though being away from my parents sounds so exciting, I know I'm going to miss them. I know I'll miss high school, even though it really sucks right now. &lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends can't wait to get off the island and start living the college life. As much as I want to get off the island I can't help but feel scared and sad. I'm going to miss all of my friends and all I'll have to take up with me will be all of the good and bad memories we've had. If someone were to ask me what I'm going to miss most when I leave for college, I have no idea what I would say. I would miss a lot of things, I can't just name one. I've been trying to make the best of my senior year in terms of trying to make new friends, trying to rekindle old friendships, and of course maintaining my relationships with old friends and making them even stronger. Despite the occasional drama, I find my senior year to be somewhat dramaless and carefree. It's so hard to concentrate on my schoolwork this semester...which is the direct opposite from last semester when I would be so hardcore at studying and doing my schoolwork. &lt;br /&gt;This is a slightly random blog...but I'm hoping some other seniors can relate? Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8947849027048817905-5201420950772222907?l=jpcomposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/feeds/5201420950772222907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8947849027048817905&amp;postID=5201420950772222907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/5201420950772222907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8947849027048817905/posts/default/5201420950772222907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpcomposition.blogspot.com/2007/02/hawaiian-food.html' title='hawaiian food'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465125757431306955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
