Blogical Righting

Today's blog will be a funny story about the first time I ever got obsessed with a song. It all started on a trip to "Lil Porgy's" barbecue restaurant with my dad to pick up some lunch. We had just finished playing some tennis together, and I was so hungry I felt as if my stomach was going to implode. Taking a long swig of the classic yellow Gatorade my dad brings when we play tennis, I heard a quiet flute melody begin to sound from radio. Instantly recognizing the song, my dad turned the volume way up. "Have you heard this song before?" he asked through the loud Australian-accented singing. When I shook my said he replied with a grin: "Really? It's is a classic, just listen." Parking the car in front of Lil Porgy's, he began to shimmy and shake in the driver's seat, throwing out jazz hands to the beat of the music. Feeling the urge to join in on the fun, I started jamming out with him, following his off-pitch, but enthusiastic sing

Coming into Junior year with all of the horror stories I've heard of the workload and pressure, I wasn't quite sure how I was going to manage my activities. In previous years the pressure was easily bearable, because I didn't have much work to do, but this year will be different. Since the summer I've been thinking of what I need to do to conquer junior year, and so far my plans have been working out. Organization was one of my top priorities. In subbie year and in middle school I remember being forced to write in my planner and I hated it. What was the point of writing down one assignment due the next day, when I barely got any homework anyways? Did they really believe I couldn't remember the few things I needed to do? That's why I resented and never used my planner afterwards. I trusted my memory enough, but now I'm not so confident. There are so many things I want and need to do, both long-term and short-term this year, that it seems ludicrous to keep i