My Valentine

This year's Valentine's Day was one I will never forget. I don't mean to be lackluster, but this day was not one that I shared with the coolest girl in the world (I hope to do this someday). I shared this day with my friends, who were all single, I might add. This year, I was told a tradition for singles on Valentine's Day: singles eat jjajangmyun. The jjajangmyun tasted especially good this day and our conversations were filled with laughter and joy. Everything went great except for the jjajangmyun sauce I discovered  on my white shirt. Who knew Alex could be so clumsy. Biting his tongue twice, getting sauce in his eye, and spraying sauce over his white shirt and mine provided for great entertainment overall.

We then decided to grab some boba at 5.2 Patio. At 5.2 Patio, I got my first taste of taro boba which tasted much like butterscotch and popcorn. It wasn't bad, but it was too unique for my taste. Apparently, Ben likes this kind of stuff. I'm pretty sure we just talked for almost two hours, and I noticed the owners were becoming quite irritated. Ignoring their glances, we talked about Joyce's odd "Flappjack" laugher, sports, Joanne's slightly perverted mind, and the strange and torturous things we do to our older and younger siblings. And who can forget Alex's famous line, "So ya.... How's life guys?" which provided for multiple moments of awkwardness. By that time, it was almost 9:00, so we decided to head on home despite our desires not to. After our goodbyes, I had to drive four boys home. Now I know how Phil feels like. As I was driving them, I decided to have a little fun by farting and locking the windows, The boys soon broke out into an argument about who farted in which I casually said it wasn't me. After some time, I decided I would be the kind and merciful person that I am and open the windows

This day was one of the best days of my senior year. Why hadn't I thought of something like this sooner? I earnestly hope to experience these kind of days in the future. Singles for life! NOT

Last Dance

Tomorrow is my last soccer game I will ever play in high school and possibly college. It feels so weird though. After tomorrow, I will never step on another soccer field. Sigh.... It's all so depressing. Why do I have to graduate? I really don't want to leave high school.
I'm kind of worried about the team too, mainly because we haven't won a single game this year. I don't want to hear about another year without a win. But at the same time, I have a gut feeling that the team will do much better next year (CIF?). I've done my job. It's now my turn to step down and let those younger than me take the lead.

Senioritis

Although I hate to admit it, senioritis is finally catching up with me. Whenever I go to school, my energy level drops and I appear to be tired/bored. It's becoming harder and harder to stay awake in classes too. I just pray to God that I have the mental willpower to finish the year strong.

Which one? #2

Last week, our senior class received great news: the school was going to give us a free retreat on March 27-28! I'm so excited right now. I honestly cannot wait. I have never been to camps with school friends and this will probably be my last opportunity in high school.
However, on the following Sunday, our senior small group for AWANA decided to set the date for our camping trip late in March. I've gone to retreats with my church friends, but never with seniors exclusively. Plus, this might be the last time I ever get to camp with my senior class from church. I really hope to God that the trips are not on the same weekend. That would be devastating, but if it were, I wouldn't know which one to choose. Church or School? I honestly don't know.

Dear AP Stats,

Dear AP Stats,
You have forever changed my outlook of the world. You and your histograms and stem plots occasionally caused me to throw my hands in the air and ask "why?", but you knew what was best for me. You taught me how to differentiate between biased and unbiased statistics by looking at how questions were asked. And how could I forget probability. I now understand that the probability of selecting a Jack on the first draw and then a 5 on the next is .00793 and that a game of Texas Hold'em is a lot harder than it looks. I still don't completely understand how to effectively use probability, but I promise, I am trying my best. However, I am sad to say that by May, you have a high probability of being dumped on the street again. Sorry.

Happy Birthday

Hey Anna. It's Daniel. I just wanted to say happy birthday and I miss you so much!! You're turning 19 now right?! You're like a 할머니 now :) We sang happy birthday for you today! We even had a cake too. I was wondering who was going blow the candles out, but Noah and Nathan blew it out (no surprise there). Nathan grabbed one of the lit candles and almost set the house on fire :o. Anyways, I bet you're having a splendid time with God right now. It must be nice up there. All the angels must be throwing quite the party in heaven. Again, we really miss you and we wish you could've been here today :)
    Love,
            Daniel

HULK MAD!!! RAWWRRR

Today's soccer practice was pretty fun. For once, we actually got to scrimmage each other. :) A little 3 v 3 in the gym does good for your soul.

In the middle of the game, I managed to weave through a couple of players and dribble towards goal. I didn't score, but this got my adrenaline pumping. As I ran back to help defend, a fellow player clipped my foot, which made me fall to the floor. As I got back up, I couldn't believe what had happened to me. Seriously... did he just trip me? WTF MAN! I don't know if it was the adrenaline, but if he was facing me, I probably would of punched him square in the face. Lucky for me, he wasn't facing me, so I slide tackled him instead. After the game, my coach approached me and told me that what my team member was wrong, but I could have gotten a red card for retaliating.

So the moral of the lesson is this: Instead of striking back, stay on the floor and act like you're hurt. That way, you make him feel bad.