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I am seriously considering filling the entire padlet with just firdoos goose

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I am seriously considering filling the entire padlet with just firdoos goose

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https://drive.google.com/file/d/16vVR7D2FnJ2sDUt9ubBrrydw4yVbnTG0/view?usp=sharing

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This really was the start of my interest in politics. I saw this Trump impeachment thing all over the internet and so I asked my dad about it and he said a LOT of stuff which 95% I can't remember but yeah he was very passionate on the topic to say the least.

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Dad: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_jtahXExeEluVy3Q0BIllbc16WOULkYx/view?usp=sharing

Andy: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pVA3RVKRwcc-Dw7PC-4s_AGRVxafwJZv/view?usp=sharing

Mom (in text and not recording because she mainly spoke Chinese and I needed to translate it):
Me: What was your first reaction to the lockdown?

Mom: (translated) I need to stock up on milk and eggs.

*awkward chuckling*

Me: What about schools closing?

Mom: (translated) Nowadays, I think it’s not good, but back then at that time, I felt it was necessary. And actually, our family voluntarily quarantined ourselves two weeks prior to the official announcement.

Everything was unknown and was really scary because it first started in China and many people died pretty quickly.

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KPmSxWldJavPoJrxR1fTKMcCrIdT1OwrSl3dpB4Fau4/edit?usp=sharing

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I made a prom dress for my rubber chicken (and another wedding dress but I didn’t take any full photos)

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Covid is not something China is good at. Yes, they have very few new cases, but they’re simultaneously killing people in an attempt to “pRotEct” people from this dEadLy viRuS. Time to get political. My mom has been keeping my family up-to-date with all the crappy covid chaos in China. She told me that newborns in Shanghai are now being put into secluded areas in a hospital so they don’t spread the virus or whatever. The way my mom described it seemed more like a concentration camp. Babies were neglected, malnourished, didn’t have their diapers changed, stuffed into crammed spaces… I hope it’s all an exaggeration but I haven’t been there to witness it so I can’t say for sure. Other instances of deaths and near-deaths all over trying to prevent the spread of a virus are out there on Weibo. I don’t like Weibo. It’s essentially just Chinese Twitter but smaller. But that’s irrelevant. What is relevant is how a mother had to freaking abort her baby WHILE SHE WAS IN LABOR because the hospital needed proof she didn’t have covid. The issue? It takes DAYS to get your covid results back after testing in China! If this isn’t overkill I don’t know what is. What I’m saying isn’t racist or anything. I just don’t like the Chinese government and I’m sure nobody does except for those brainwashed by their propaganda aaaaaaand I’m gonna get myself cancelled for the trillionth time this year if I say anything else. So that’s that.

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I remember seeing this headline as my family had barely crossed the border between Alabama and Florida on the day of our road trip here. I was like, “Oh, this is a bad omen.” Made me pretty sad for all the victims, but it eventually left my mind once we settled down and got busy with our moving stuff.

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I’m obsessed with ballet right now. Not only because I myself dance ballet, but just because. You know? Osipova is legendary. She’s crazy. But her shoes are crazier. That’s literally a ballet flat. And HOW DO YOU KILL YOUR SHOES IN THAT WAY? I COULDN’T EVEN DO THAT IF I TRIED. How do you turn a pointe shoe that is hard as a rock into freaking tissue paper?

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I've always enjoyed sewing, but I did it especially much during the pandemic. I sewed pillows, doll dresses, headbands, decorations, anything really. This is a doll I made for Mother’s Day 2020 or 2021.

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IN PERSON SCHOOL FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER

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IN PERSON SCHOOL FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER

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The first few days of in person school at BISV. i could only say they were heavenly. The class was split in half, and my half just so luckily happened to be entirely boys except for me, which was SO sosososososo nice because girls are annoying. That’s not misogynistic because 1) I’m a girl and 2) I’m not saying all girls are annoying; I’m only referring to these few in this certain generation and 3) boys are just more entertaining

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I didn’t really watch TV during the pandemic, so I tried painting a little. I started this somewhere over the summer in 2020 and spent a week or so on it and then just completely gave up on it. It now sits in my mom’s room, in the same condition, untouched. I still love it though. Sometime in the future, I might finish painting it.

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Green firdoos goose. This picture has no meaning behind it whatsoever but it’s hilarious and another wonderful way technology has brought us enlightenment.

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Journal entry 1: Moving out of California

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Journal entry 1: Moving out of California

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March 2021, it was clear we were going to move out of California and go to South Florida. And so I started to worry. Not only that, I was feeling burnt out. And being naturally introverted and quiet, I didn’t want to say anything about it. All these feelings culminated into a final sum: depression… Maybe? Eh? Or so I thought? I don’t want to officially say it was depression because it is very much self-diagnosed and it would probably be offensive and untrue to those people who genuinely went through depression. So let’s just say I was going through a phase. I never told my parents these feelings, even after I got over them. I was feeling anxious about losing my friends and classmates, about my grades dropping, about my piano lessons, and most of all, about moving to the other side of the nation. And I started getting mad at my brother about everything. I felt a sudden crack in the relationship between my mom and I. All the friends I grew up with didn’t text me, and so I didn’t text them. I stopped practicing piano. I hated online school. I detested dance classes. I didn’t like to draw or paint. I felt almost worthless. And when mom would yell at me, I didn’t feel guilt. I always wanted to yell at someone or something, and sometimes that someone would be my mom. And dad couldn’t do anything because he was busy with work. (Ok I’ll stop I’m kinda tearing up now)
I really don't feel like typing another load of stuff about Florida so I'll leave it like this for now.

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go cry

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Seventh grade. We were thoroughly sick and dying from the disease of the name of distancelearningus. And the good teachers don’t teach seventh grade so we were  left with... not so good teachers. ESPECIALLY one in particular. You don’t want to miss this. I am not exaggerating when I say that she is the worst teacher that has ever breathed my air. Well, maybe I am, but even though she wasn’t like an evil person, her teaching skills were absolutely horrid. Like flat-out dog poop. I don’t even have the words to describe how lazy and horrible of a teacher she was. I’ll just share a document by the community of sixth and seventh graders all made in an effort to save us some sanity. As some context, “precomps” are essentially midterms, and they are named that way since they are a test meant to prepare us for the final tests, which are the comps, yknow?

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1p8uruiLpMM5iKOZ4v7vu8VTq34jWOIG5juHNuaKbQHM/edit I hope this is enough to make you understand our absolute hatred of this human being. And guess what the headmaster said when we showed the doc to her? yOu’rE noT aLloWeD to dO tHat. And we were all so, so mad. And even worse? SHE’S STILL TEACHING AT THAT SAME SCHOOL THIS YEAR, EVEN AFTER THOSE ENDLESS COMPLAINTS. LIKE, GURL.

I legitimately expected her to look all depressed and anxious and whatever the next class we had with her after we sent the document of complaints, but she was still her tacky same-old-self she was since forever. Like she was still happy. Not even resentful or regretful or self aware in the slightest. She was in pure oblivion. So I was more than sure the headmaster hadn’t said a word about it to her.

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First pair of pointe shoes! I got a pair of Capezio Cambrés that I wore in mud and dirt and they somehow survived. Now they’re dead. The platform has completely collapsed into the box, the wings are now toilet paper, and the shank is now wavy. Still love them tho.

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HAHAAAAAAAAAA

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THE MOST ICONIC PHOTO OF ALL

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09/20/20 teleféric barcelona — paella mixta

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Mom and I went out to the town center for the first time ever since lockdown started. Mom posted this on her Wechat (aka her makeshift Instagram) and all her friends started freaking out because… Chinese people.
Paella is so underrated btw

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At the valley fair, the food court had socially distanced seating so we had nowhere to sit. So mom and I walked down into the parking garage after we bought our food from koja kitchen (great food there btw) and sat ourselves in the car to eat. it was wonderful. I wish we could do that again but maybe skip the walking-two-floors-down-into-the-garage.

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My favorite teacher 😍