40th Post

I signed on this morning, no particular blog post in mind, and noticed that I've posted 39 times. That makes this my 40th post! I could be wrong, but I think that means that this is the most I've ever posted on any one blog. I've been loyal to my blog, despite my shady past in the blogosphere.

It's a Sunday morning on the Hill, and I've nothing to do today. That is a beautiful prospect for a boarding school student. You see, when we're not in school, like on the weekends, we like to leave campus. Go into the real world. Have fun in the city. Go to lunch with friends...all sorts of things that require planning and energy. Yesterday the juniors had PSATs, so my roommate was very busy all morning, and ballet dancers had rehearsal for the Nutcracker, so a lot of people were very tired and busy all day. I wasn't exactly dancing or cranking out standardized tests, but I was busy too. So now, on this chilly Sunday morning, I sit in my common room, finishing up this blog post and preparing to spend my morning drinking tea and read One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch. To everyone reading this: Take a mental health day! Have a good cry (I've already done that, but I chalk it up to missing my parents). Drink a good cup of coffee or tea and read a classic.

Inventory.

Just to get a picture of where I'm at on this day, August 19:

Days before I leave for school: 15

Books read over summer: 9 1/2

Days my dad is in San Diego: 11

Days my mom and I will miss him: 11

40 lb bottles of water I must carry up five stories: 3

Hours of sleep last night: 9 1/2

Suitcases I'm bringing to boarding school: 2

Miles to go before I sleep: Unknown

Well, there you have it folks. My life in numbers.

Commited Hitherto.

I woke up, ate my breakfast, made some coffee, turned on the computer, and found myself at my blog. Thus far, I am committed!

Ballet last night was good. I wasn't as wretched as I thought I was going to be, though a summer of non-ballet related activities made for some pretty sore hammies. I'm still hobbling around. And to make things all the better, my dear friend who just moved back to Taiwan is doing the class as well! It is rather awkward walking around the halls of the school. I attended it from the first grade to the eighth, and then quit. I was homeschooled for a year and a half (3 semesters) only to reenter the second semester of my tenth grade year (though they put me in ninth grade for whatever reason!). So, you can maybe see how that would make for some awkward hall wanderings. And then you get the people who think I'm still going there, and I must explain that I'm leaving (again), though boarding school is easier on their ears than homeschooling. I don't blame anyone. I am hard to keep track of.

On a lighter note, my parents will most certainly be visiting me in the states over Christmas break. That way they can see the school, the snow, and we can all have a low-key vacation with just the three of us. My mom and I were talking last night about the school. We're both extremely excited (as is my dad), but we are all going to have to adjust to missing one another. I said that if the school was in Taiwan I would be happy to just stay. But my mom pointed out that part of the draw is the school's east coast location and beautiful weather. 'Tis true. Maybe I'm more ready for semi-independence than I think. Maybe I just don't want to think about it too much.

Today's front holds another ballet class, updated my mother's sadly outdated iPod, and reading reading reading my last required reading book. I think I have selective literary attention problems. If I like the book, no problem, give me fourteen hours. If I'm not so excited, well, pitch a tent. This one is called The Golden Gate by Vikram Seth. Quite well written. Endearing characters. I have about 100 pages left. Wish me luck, dear readers.