• Life,  School

    14 Years

    14 years ago’s today, April 23, 1995, I arrived in America. It seemed so long ago. But the number 14, seemed so small. I can still remember the first time I set my foot on this foreign soil. I was only 11 at the time. The first thing (or one of the first thing) I said to my grandparents was “this doesn’t feel much different”. I distinctively remember my grandma got so mad about that statement. She thought it was insulting. I was simply stating my view. One thing that really felt weird at the moment was the empty streets. Nobody walks on the sidewalks. I thought it was an…

  • School

    Application!

    Ahhh, been working on the essay for this application for awhile. I hate writing essays. In addition, I have to manipulate a photo of myself, turn into a digital art portrait type of thing. I’m going to have wings. I think it’s a good idea not because wings is popular in pop culture. I always want to fly, and I think this describe me pretty well. I can finally fly if I have wings, right? Anyways, I’m going to work in Painter, create something look somewhat like a painting. I hope I have time to get accepted to start in October. The way things are going, it feels like I…