Flowerhorns 5

         

       
             Ever since I was young, every time my dad brought me to the pet store I would beg him for gold fishes. Although, hesitant each time, my dad would always give in. My dad use to have many gold fishes when I was younger. He put them in a huge tank and let them grow until they were bigger than the size of his fists. When I was about seven years old, on one Sunday morning while my dad slept in, I walked quietly down the stair case to look at the fishes in the dining room. I knew my dad would get so mad at me if I fed them, but I couldn't help it. So I tip toed and reached for the can of fish food. I pushed open the fish tank cover and turned over the can to feed the fish. The moment I turned over the can of food, the cap came off and all of the food fell into the fish tank. I panicked, ran upstairs, and pretended to sleep. Later that day, all of my dad fishes were dead. He was so upset, and confused. I overheard his conversation with my mom while he was cleaning the tank. "I don't know what happened. They all look blown up," he said in Khmer. I felt bad and I never told him until last year. He laughed at me and said, "I knew it!" I still feel bad until this day!

         My dad missed raising gold fishes so during my freshmen year, my dad bought me and Amaris three gold fishes. Their names for Poseidon, Hercules, and Billy Bob. My dad, Amaris, and I loved setting the tank up. We bought a castle for the fishes to sleep in and swim through, and colored pebbles. We loved decorating it. Then, one day I came home to an empty tank. My dad didn't even tell me that he was giving the fishes to his friends! I gave him a confused look and he looks and tell me, "Don't worry! We're getting a Flowerhorn fish." I thought to myself what the heck is that. Finally, one day I came home to the ugliest fish I have ever seen in my entire life. It was big and fat. My dad placed a chair and admired the fish for hours. I'm not even joking. He literally sat in front of the tank for hours... He told me that the flowerhorn looked ugly because it was stressed from being in a new tank. He then looked at me and told me that when it grows it gains colors and has Chinese symbols on them. Over time, I grew more and more attached to the fish, but my dad had a different kind of love for this fish. Every morning, before my dad leaves for work he yells out, "Have a good day my angels! I love you!" and Of course, I reply back with, "I love you too daddy!" But get this, one day he says "I love you see you later!", and once again, i reply with "I love you daddy!" But with great humor, he says, "Im not talking to you!!! I'm talking to my fish!!!" I laughed so hard that morning. So yes, I admit the flowerhorn is much cooler than a goldfish. It is so beautiful and obedient. I really hope this fish lives forever. 

The ups and downs to homework 4

   

       So first, I am going to address my hatred towards homework.Most of us wish that homework didn't exist right? (Click Here) Well, that is just it. It does exist and I hate it. I know that homework is suppose to help us out on the long run, but I feel like it is so time consuming. Isn't it tough enough to go to school for six hours and on top of that work, play sports, volunteer, and/or finish chores? It is taking up more valuable time in our lives. I have never felt so strong about my dislike of homework until right now. I don't only work on the weekdays, but I work on the weekends too. So when I finally feel like I can relax, the thought of all the assignments due Monday are running through my head. It drives me insane! Maybe, I am being a little dramatic right now, but I feel like homework alone can put so much stress on a student. It causes lack of sleep and lack of sleep can cause us to become sick. Then, being sick adds on to stress because it's harder to do the homework. Now I'm not encouraging that everyone shouldn't do homework, but I wish the workload was less. Some students are trying to get into their dream college and do their best in school even if it means doing over five hours worth of homework, but I feel like some teachers forget how difficult high school can get.
        Although I hate doing homework, it can be helpful in many ways. For instance, when I'm studying for UML chemistry, I just go back to watch all of my lectures again and redo all of the online problems. Not only that, but because I took honors chemistry my sophomore I forgot everything about chemistry. So starting the UML class scared me. Luckily, I saved all of my homework from sophomore, because I was able to go back and work on practice problems. All of my past homework assignments helped me to get a good grade on my first exam. Homework is a pain in the butt, but it helps students have a better understanding of a topic. This causes them to have an easier time during class when they move onto more complicated subjects that include what they learned previously. Using UML chemistry as an example again, the labs have been helping me as well. Although, the lab write ups are very long to do it is only helping my future. It's going to help me work in the medical field. I'm gaining so much knowledge from taking this class and I'm hopeful it will benefit me in the future career. After rambling on about how much homework sucks and how much I hate it, I do realize how helpful it can be though. Now I am going to stop being a brat and move onto my next homework assignment. =(

Dancing 3

          One day during my freshmen year in High School, I was approached by someone who asked me and my sister if we wanted to take dancing lesson and learn how to pop and lock. The first thing I thought was,"Nooooooo wayyyyyyy!" I use to do mini talent shows at summer camp and at festivals, all of which I regretted. I wanted to accept his offer, but I was too embarrassed. After a while, my sister and I changed our minds. We thought it would be an exciting opportunity for us.
        When I first went to the revolving museum. I was very nervous. I never really went out or met new people, but throughout the process I made a lot of really good friends and mentors. When I first met Sam, my "dance instructor" I thought he was absolutely amazing! He told us about one of his students, who now competes all over the world as a pop and locker. I, even saw the video of the girl myself. I was inspired.
            A lot of the time practice was difficult for me. I wasn't use to learning the moves and perfecting it quickly. So yeah, I did get aggravated a lot of the times, but Amaris and Sam made it so much easier for me. We took months to perfect an entire routine and then Sam told us that we were going to perform it at Dance for Peace. Dance for Peace is a big event that happens during the summer. I never imagined performing in front of hundreds of people, but I did it!
          Amaris and I performed with other talented groups, such as "Break-fast" club Freshm*nt Squad. /we all practiced at the museum, but in different rooms.We all became really good friends afterwards. So to warm up before the big event. We went to the green stage at the Merrimack and performed for a small event. I was so happy and grateful for the opportunity to perform with these people.
           When the big day finally came, I was extremely excited. There were so many performers and volunteers and a huge audience. The whole entire day was a rush of excitement. Amaris and I were finally on the stage with the rest of the crew when our names were called. It was pitch black and in just a few quick seconds a bright light shined on me and I could not see the audience. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest, but the moment I heard the music I just started to dance and do the moves I have been trying to perfect for months. When the performance was over, our group got lots of compliments. Even if i were to mess up every single move in my dance routine, I believe I would've still had the best time of my life on that stage. Whether its performing or dancing like a monkey in my room,dancing will always be one of my favorite things to do.