… because posting old passport photos randomly at 2:30 AM is hell of a lot better than writing an analytical paper about the role of narrators and its significance to the audience in German fairy tales.
With three prelims this week and HEC weekend coming up, I find myself getting inadequate amount of sleep and longing to be carefree.
Elementary school was THE time to be carefree. I miss it.
Damn, how I loved the 15-minute recess periods. In elementary I was fat and dark-skinned. The fat of my cheeks would engulf the frames of my Harry Potter-style glasses 24/7. And by fat, I mean I could not fit into size 32 pants when I can now. By fat, I mean I was about 180 pounds in 5th grade when I was 165 lbs in high school the summer before senior year. Note that I was probably at least a foot shorter in elementary than now. My two dear sisters used to call me “fatass” from like 3rd to 6th grade ): My favorite recess activities involved staying put in one place: tetherball and four squares. Just standing there and either throwing or hitting those huge, red, bouncy balls. Anyone remember those games? Omg, I fucking owned tetherball and four squares. I was like… Jabba the Hut from Star Wars- fat and slow, but no one messed with me. I was like… the King of Four Squares. I also ate everyone’s leftovers in school lunches and everyone’s leftover Lunchables during fieldtrips. Handball, a popular game in elementary, was not meant for me since I was fat and I absolutely hated running around. Besides, those badass 6th graders were so intimidating back then. Oh, and my favorite snack… mozzarella string cheese sticks. Good shit.
When having a “project” meant cutting out a piece of paper that looked like a U.S. state and writing facts on them and coloring them to make it pretty. Now that I think about it, that could be done in like literally 5 minutes with the help of wikipedia. School was so easy. I remember when I first came to America, I was doing math at a level that was 2 to 3 years beyond the standard. I also remember my teacher handing out pretzels when kids did something really good. My first time eating pretzel as a 2nd grader, it tasted like shit. I was like… “wtf is this?” It was bitter, salty, and had the most peculiar shape that totally mindfucked me. What was even more weird was that these little white and black kids loved it. Compared to Korean gwa-jas, pretzels are shit. Oh, I thought I was the coolest little fatty on campus with my new Sketchers sneakers. Sketchers- it’s the S (anyone remember that slogan?).
Saturday was THE best time of the week. Saturday morning cartoons all morning every week. I can’t believe I actually woke up at 6 AM every Saturday for them. Amongst the favorites were Jackie Chan Adventures, Batman Beyond, Pokemon, Digimon, Yu-Gi-Oh, Static Shock, Animaniacs, and other gay little shit. But omg… Pokemon was THE SHIT. I had binders full of Pokemon cards. All neatly placed inside those plastic, protective cover sheets. Though I might forget to take my Bible to church, I never forgot to take that binder of Pokemon goodness. Not to mention my gameboy and the Pokemon game. My Pokemons could probably defeat your Pokemon’s ass. My Pokebelt consisted of all level 100 Pokemons. That’s right. Level ONE HUNDRED. I fucking owned. Not to mention I ripped off little kids as a 6th grader, trading my shitty Butterfree for a holographic, limited edition Charizard and shit. Ah, good times. Speaking of Pokemon, what happened to them now? They were so good and original and totally captivated my childhood… There were 150 Pokemons and Mewtwo was the shit. Now… wtf? There’s like 3028748293742 Pokemons. Ash Ketchum should be going to college by now like me… not doing that stupid shit. I also never understood why or how you cannot catch a “fainted” Pokemon with your Pokeballs. Wouldn’t it be a lot easier to catch them since they won’t put up a fight? Pokemons also never bleed. A fucking Scyther slashes Pikachu across his cute little face with a FOOT-LONG BLADE and…. there’s no cut or blood…. there’s just dark dirt marks. WTF. And Pikachu once got “tackled” by a fucking Onyx. That’s like a little mouse getting tackled by a fucking mountain! Yet again, Pikachu survives with only few scratches. I can’t believe I fell for that shit. I can’t believe I also cried watching Pokemon: The Movie (the first one). Fucking ridiculous. Hahaha. Good times though.
Anyway, just feeling a bit nostalgic these days with all the stress. Financial Accounting prelim tomorrow, Statistics and Human Bonding prelim on Thursday, HEC shifts on Friday and Saturday evening. Bellstand shift on Saturday morning and Sunday evening… It shall be a painfully long weekend. ):