When I find myself with more time on my hands than I need, I choose to spend it in the most unproductive way possible - wasting it on BuzzFeed quizzes, watching their videos, and most importantly, learning some random fact from Friends that I really don't need to know (I don't even watch Friends). Now that I look back, it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but isn't that what they say? To learn from your mistakes? I'm probably not going to anyway. You know, now that I think of it, all that time I spent on trying to figure out when i'm going to get married (in five years), or what the age of my soul is (it's 10) could've been used to do something more productive, like working on long term projects. Yes everyone, I'm blaming BuzzFeed for my procrastination. When I didn't feel like doing work, BuzzFeed made me laugh, shout and cry (I was lying about that last part).
Smooth, lilting melodies float through the auditorium, painting a scene of a peaceful afternoon in Paris. This is not like what jazz band was a day ago, on a quaint Thursday evening. Oh! What is that I hear? It's the sound of Justin Choi blasting notes through his bari sax until it sounds like a truck horn being slammed. Times twenty. High school jazz band? A whole world's difference between middle school jazz and high school. In the middle school, there was no blasting, no terrible puns, no Justin Choi giving you the finger while you play your solo. I mean jazz band is really fun, but it is loud. Very, very loud. Still, after three months of practice and plenty of angry yelling from Mr. Taylor, we pulled off a decent concert - in our terms at least. Jazz band has been fun this year, but next year, I'm not sure if I'll be in the same band as my other friends. We'll wait and find out next year.
If you walk by my house when I'm showering, you could probably hear my voice. I sing every. single. day. It has great acoustics too, so it makes me sound pretty decent. I don't hold a soap bottle and pretend that it's a microphone, but I do kind of dance. Trust me, you do not want to see me dance. At all. It's my place to relax when life seems too much to handle. When I need a refresher, I hop into the shower, slide the door shut, turn on the water, and sing. It's kind of like therapy for me, the warm water on my body helps me concentrate and focus on the most important things in my life at the time. Singing also allows me to annoy my siblings when they're doing homework or when they're studying. It's all quiet in the house, and all of a sudden, you hear someone belt out "Bohemian Rhapsody". Once, my sister actually screamed at me for singing while she was trying to sleep, and it was hilarious. Why do you need those loud meme videos when you got me singing in the shower?
Yes, yes, i know it's all about love, breakups, and hooking up with exes, but it really does help me accomplish work. Personally, rap is not my thing, and I prefer lyrical music, not the kind that people play in the hallway with one of those portable speakers. My playlist is full of songs by Meghan Trainor, Grande, Maroon 5 and more. With songs like "Sugar", "Bang Bang", and "Good Grief", how can you go wrong? Honestly, I have few Disney songs in there, but don't tell anyone. It's a secret. It has pump up songs to energize me for a tournament, or just a slow, sad tune for that rare moment of melancholy. I end up getting one song from that playlist stuck in my head for about a week at a time, and I come into school that week humming it wherever I go, and yes, I know it's annoying, but so what? It got me through this year, so it's gonna stay.
So I started fencing about five years ago, in the summer of 2012. When I first walked in, I kind of hid behind my dad. I was 12. Don't judge me. Then, this big man beckoned to me. I reluctantly walked over to him. Then, he did the most unexpected thing. He used two of his fingers to stretch his smile from cheek to cheek. I was partly intimidated by this odd gesture, but the other half of me smiled back. Not to brag, but I think I had the cutest smile when I was 12 - well, not really. Whatever. After a few Saturdays spent on practicing with Misha (that was his name, apparently), I began to find some friends, namely Brian Weinburger (I'm not sure if I spelled it right. Sorry Brian). We always used to fence each other at every single chance we got. I guess fencing him did make me better. I decided to test out my new skills, and thought that I would crush everyone because that was what my overconfident self thought. In reality, I was the one that got crushed. But, I did beat Brian, to be fair. It's been a quick five years, and I've seen teammates come and go, and I've made so many new friends at what basically is my second home.
This year, I joined the Metropolitan Youth Orchestra. I didn't know what to expect at first - I thought it was some lame group that my parents forced me into, but after a few rehearsals, I gained new friends! Soon, each rehearsal felt like a get together for the six of us. I played trumpet with Anthony Doall and Marco Ali. They were always doing something stupid, and I had to always intervene in case someone got hurt. There was this one time where Marco had a Starburst in his mouth, and when the conductor saw his mouth moving, she asked him what he was doing. He replied, "I'm chewing a Starburst. Hold on for a minute." He ended up not going to the last concert because of an interference with his sister's wedding. We knew each other well by the last concert, when we performed at Lincoln Center. In the end, we exchanged Snaps and Instas, as well as phone numbers. We left knowing that next year, we might meet again. So long, MYO 2017.
Rahbrowism is a religion that Kathryn Ritchie and I created while sitting one day in ESP. We mentioned something about Rahul's single eyebrow, and Rahbrowism was born. We had to make sure Rahul was okay with it, and he was, so Kathryn created the foundation of Rahbrowism on a Google Doc, which we shared with about 30 people. When we decided that a Google Docs was not enough, I created a website on weebly.com. The religion of Rahbrowism was finally official - at least in our school. Some of the aspects of the religion that Kathryn created were so funny that I started having a laughing fit during class. For example, you must "Not make eye contact with Rahul, but stare at the eyebrow and drop to your knees. Put your hands on your own eyebrow(s) Say “Eyebrow oh eyebrow, how I love you so. Eyebrow oh eyebrow, please never let me go” Then you can simply go about your day" The webpage always managed to cheer me up when I felt down. After all, how can a religion based off a person's eyebrow not make you laugh?