Simple Life

I'm the type of guy that would run for my life to catch the bus when I can call someone to drive me home which would take the same amount of time, if not less. Because that's precisely what I did after tennis tryouts today. I was planning on calling my mom to come pick me up. It was 5:18 PM, 3 minutes after when the final late bus is supposed to come. Actually, this one is really the PENultimate, because THE ultimate late bus is scheduled at 6:00 PM. But I neither wanted to wait another half hour, nor deal with a bus and driver I've most likely never seen before. Not today, after the tiring tryouts (20% physical exhaustion from playing, 80% from waiting and stressing pre-game). Then, I saw a familiar entity. My bus, the most distinctive from its number 1069 and the seasonally changing decorations on the windows, was pulling in. I was at least 400 meters away from the bus stop, which I could tell from running track in the winter but not in customary terms, and I decided abru...

Mom, Dad and Sean went to Miami this week for the 2016 Market America World Conference. While I did enjoy it somewhat last year, I can't afford to miss a week in high school. So I ended up living with some family friends. Fun! Senhan lives near the other middle school of our district, the one that's not near the high school. It was novel because I've actually never been to that side of the community. His family is wealthy, and that's an assumption based on what his house looked like. It was HUUUGE. Speaking of that, I'm still waiting to see Trump say "huge" in a speech.  Senhan lives in a strange house. Its appearance set it apart from everything around it. It has a rounded top and orange brick body. Inside, everything is Chinese. The furniture is not just made in China, which is not rare, it's also in a Chinese style. I'm to sleep and work in Senhan's room for the week. Not something to complain about, at all. He's only a ...

This evening, Mr. Wang came over and talked through a presentation about preparing for college. It was a truly eye-opening and humbling experience. My friend Winnie also came for the lecture. Originally from China, Winnie lived with a host family in Canada for a while before coming to the U.S. through my dad's immigration service. She's attending my school currently, and it's her Junior year, the busiest year of high school. It's no wonder that she is in need for college counseling. Prior to Mr. Wang's arrival, I was asleep on the bed. I had a track race at 7:30 this morning, but stayed up late last night to play games on my phone. Yep, the problem's still there. And I was also enjoying myself in bed until it was 12:30. So I was exhausted, from both the race and the lack of sleep. Dad interrupted my nap so I could hear what Mr. Wang has to say. So I, quite reluctantly to be honest, got out of bed to meet our new counselor, also teacher, also consultant. My ...

Surprisingly I woke up at 7 this morning. Last night we had another dinner, with the Winston & Wesley bunch, that went to midnight for a happy new year. I didn't expect to be awake at all today. My parents won't let go of guests that come to our house when they promote Market America and its products, which they do to everybody whether they like it or not. They began by chatting about parenting, but the end topic always goes back to our business because we try to recruit as many people into the team as possible.  I got woken by Sean, who turned on the bedroom light early, apparently to read a book. Strange. Why did he decide to read so early? It was good for me though, because my parents definitely did not wake me up in time to run. Since my parents were in their bedroom, I didn't want to interrupt them from whatever they were doing. I prepared some breakfast for myself and walked to school myself. I went on the longer but arguably safer route today, with no...