I've never really been the strong type leading to ninth grade. I had a relatively small body type, and I usually ate whatever I wanted. So as a new years resolution, I decided to work out and eat healthier. A few of my friends had the same interest, so we decided to get a membership to LA Fitness, and work out both there and at the school gym on a daily basis. In addition to this, my new house came with its own gym, which made it much more convenient. The first few weeks went well, since we always had the energy and we were seeing great progress being made. Then after about a month, everything got very tough. All of the joints and muscles were aching, and cutting out most of the sugar got fairly difficult. I was on the verge of defeat, I was running out of options, and the work-outs got time consuming. When I asked my friends what they did to stay focused, they simply said music. I had my doubts at first, but after considering it, I gave it a try. I borrowed one of my friend's playlist and tried the first song that I saw, Remember The Name by Fort Minor during a workout. The whole experience felt completely different, and I felt a surge of energy. For this reason, I continue to work out to this day, experimenting with different types of music, but still occasionally listening to the song that started it all. Not once did I feel tired of working out again, but instead, I actually looked forward to it. Due to the fact that 2017 was the year where I found my devotion to staying fit, it undoubtedly belongs in my personal curation. And this fits with the theme of commitment, because I continued to rigorously work out, disregarding the discomfort, and aching that I had.
Running has already been an important part of my life, since I ran fairly often during my time in the middle school. But this year, for the first time in my life, I decided to join the track team. I didn't know what to expect, since track was mainly running, so I wasn't sure as to how we were going to practice running every day. To my surprise, just on the first day, I ended up sweating and getting exhausted from the constant exercises that we did. I dreaded the next day because the muscles in my legs were aching, but at the same time, the feeling was addicting. I was committed throughout the whole season, coming everyday and going to the meets. Track also helped me relieve stress from the overwhelming amount of work that I was getting at that time. This developed my passion for running even further, because it helped me in ways that I would have never imagined it would. Eventually, my commitment to track payed off, because in the first year that I ran track, I made varsity. Both my parents and myself were proud, seeing that I never really had experience running on a team before. The experience of me really getting involved in the track team and how it always lightened the mood is the reason why it is one of my favorite moments of ninth grade. I would have never thought that a sport would be very beneficial, however because of this experience, I will continue to run on a team. This also fits into the title, because of the hours of practice I put into the team, and since I never gave up, even during difficult exercises.
My family and I have been living in the same house since we moved from Korea for nearly nine years. So this year, we decided to move houses. We thought that moving the materials would be the hardest part, but choosing the house was just as difficult. You had to take account for pricing, size, the number of rooms, location, etc... So choosing the house that we all wanted took over a month. We went to every open house, and saw multiple websites in order to find the perfect house. Then eventually we found it. The house had a reasonable size, a backyard, a garage, and most importantly was cheap. Then came the next challenge of actually moving our supplies. It was during the beginning of the school year, so my brother and I didn't have time to pack, and my parents both worked until it was late, meaning that we had very little time to pack. Without the help of Long Island Moving and Storage, bringing the boxes would have taken an extremely long time. But because of their help it only took around a week to move everything out of the old house and into the new one. Then came the painting part. Since this house was owned by another person, the paint on the walls were chipping, which often caused leaking to occur around the house. To fix this, we decided to repaint the house ourselves. We bought sky blue and white paint, along with brushes and tarps in order to make the walls look both sleek and efficient. This required back breaking work, and for a while, we made mistakes and the paint looked patchy. But we eventually finished, and the walls looked noticeably better. Now, all of that hard work paid off, and I'm comfortably living in our new house. This fits into my curation because moving into a new house in itself is a major event. And with the addition of the fact that moving took a large portion of the year, it definitely belongs in my curation. This also fits with the title, because moving took a lot of time and effort, and instead of hiring someone to paint, and pack our items, we were committed to do it ourselves.
I already owned one dog named Mary, but since she was alone for seven years, my parents and I thought it was time to get her a friend. We went to our nearest pet shop, and searched for a puppy that stood out amongst the rest. Right when we stepped into the room filled with dogs, one caught my eye. He was scratching the glass around him making it seem as if he was dancing to the song Los Toucanes de Tijuana, which was playing in the background. We found it to be hysterical and had to get him. And because of his energy and fur color, we named him Jerry from Tom and Jerry. I thought that raising two dog would be fairly easy, because raising one took little effort. However, our first one came trained, so we were not prepared for what was to come. Right when Jerry entered our house, he urinated on the couch. For weeks, he wouldn't be trained, even after we awarded him every time he peed in the right spot. I suggested that we should get a trainer, but after seeing the costly price of one, we were determined to do it ourselves. The process of training took a long period of time, and many tutorial videos. But after two months, during the middle of March, we did it. Jerry now only did his business where he was supposed to, even without treats. Our home was filled with alacrity, as we finally completed this carried out task. The excitement that I felt when I saw that Jerry was finally potty trained, along with the long journey to get him there is the reason why it is in my curation. Also, the fact that we didn't hire a trainer, and we trained Jerry ourselves without giving up took commitment, so it fits with the title of my curation.
During my stay at the Bahamas in Christmas break, there were several memorable events that occurred such as trying new foods and exploring new places. But by far, the most memorable of them was learning how to jet ski. I never planned to learn how to jet ski during my stay, but my parents saw it as a fun thing to try, and seeing that lessons were available, we quickly signed up. I was excited so I wanted to skip the lessons, but many people urged the importance of taking them. When I first got on, the jet ski tilted and I plunged into the water. Even after trying for several hours, my balance barely increased, although hope seemed lost in learning how to jet ski with the time I had left, I continued trying. I was determined to learn it, and seeing that my cousin was already in the water, jet skiing at his own will, my desire to learn grew even stronger. Before I knew it, I was able to keep my balance and could easily drive the jet ski. Right when I officially completed my lesson, I went straight into the lake. The feeling of freedom after hours of instructions was extremely relieving. The blast of wind and crashing of the water behind me was an addicted feeling, so I definitely would go jet skiing again. Since the struggle I went through in order to learn how to jet ski developed a passion for jet skiing, the experience was definitely one of the most memorable moments of the year. And due to to the commitment I had in learning how to jet ski, by not giving up, it fits with the title of my curation.
I often hiked local mountains such as bear mountain to act as a fairly light cardiovascular exercise, but I never really struggled while hiking them. So this year, for the first time in my life, I decided to go hike a large mountain called blue mountain with my dad. It was around five hours away, and I was not sure what to expect. I knew it would be difficult since the distance of the trail was nearly six times as long, but I underestimated how difficult walking could be. The atmosphere was intense, and as I looked up, I couldn't even see the peak. The way up was nearly impossible, with steep and rocky hills which took a lot of will power to force myself up. My dad and I constantly passed people who gave up during the hike and were walking back, but we were determined to finish. Rarely stopping for drinks, and the constant effort that I put in, finally brought us to the peak. I was out of breath and tired from the near five hour walk, the emotions I had were a mix of relief, joy, and excitement, as I just finished one of the toughest things I have done. Due to the emotional rollercoaster that I was on during the hike, it will be one of my most memorable moments, and definitely deserves it's place in the project. Also, as I previously said, this fits the title, because of the effort that I put in to finish the long hike on blue mountain, and how I stayed committed to finishing the hike, despite all of the muscles in my body telling me not to.
Prior to this year, I was never interested in buying shoes so I always asked my parents to buy a random shoe on sale that I would wear for a couple of months then give them to my younger brother, because my shoe size was rapidly growing. But in the beginning of the school year, for the first time that I remember, I went inside Foot Locker and looked for my own shoe. It was full of different shoes, but none truly caught my interest. But after about four minutes of grazing by looking for one that looked the most comfortable, I saw the blue Zoom Speed TR. I didn't know the name of it or the price, nothing but it's elegant design and bold coloring was on my mind. From that moment I knew that this shoe was special. Trying it on, it felt like I was walking on clouds, and it opened my eyes on the potential of shoes. Unlike the other cheap shoes that I wore before, I didn't get rid of them or even give them to my brother, I wore them for a month, two months, three, then eventually nine months passed, and I still occasionally wear this shoe. This fits the project because the attachment that I had for this shoe was unique to this year, and the experience of buying it was unforgettable. In all honesty, this shoe changed me as a person, since it helped me understand the importance of trying new things. Also, the commitment and care that I put into this shoe in order to make it wearable to this day is the reason why it fits with the title of my curation.