I said I’d keep up with a blog? Yeah, that didn’t work out too well. My bad.
The best excuse I can come up with is, “I was busy.” And even then, as far as excuses go, that’s a highly unsatisfactory one. Given that this is supposed to be a blog about my life, “busy” should have been good; “busy” should have meant content. The real reason, as much as it pains me to admit, is this: I was lazy. Once again, I’ve come full circle to my very first post.
However, I’m nothing if not persistent. I refuse to succumb to failure at my own unmotivated hands. With a new summer comes a new chance to redeem myself. (OK, perhaps I’m also a tad dramatic.)
But before I begin anew, I’d like to take a look back on the eventful 10 months since my last post. Without further ado, here are 10 of many things I did this school year that are truly worth remembering. Enjoy, dear readers (if you’re still out there, that is – I very much hope you are)!
1. I became (more of) a journalist.
My parents can breathe easier knowing their money is being put to good use. Sophomore year saw further progress on the journalism front, primarily as I moved away from introductory courses into more meaningful, albeit more difficult ones. My “Enterprise Reporting in Diverse Communities” class led me to cover everything from Women’s Day at the Chicago Auto Show to the Chicago mayoral election; my professor even helped me publish a piece I wrote on the city’s International Baccalaureate schools! I also started writing and editing for Northwestern’s chapter of the online food publication Spoon University – a decision that may or may not have been influenced by my desire to eat under the guise of an assignment. (If you’re feeling hungry, you can check out my articles here. And with that, I promise the shameless self-promotion is over.)
2. I visited Houston for Thanksgiving break.
My first ever Thanksgiving in the U.S. was spent wandering the streets of New York with my sister, frustratedly wondering why everything seemed to be closed, and ultimately dining at an Indian restaurant. Suffice to say, this year was a step in the more patriotic direction. One of my best friends invited me to join him and his family in Houston, and the trip was certainly fun-filled: I learned how astronauts poop in space during my tour of NASA’s Johnson Space Center, got up-close-and-personal with alligators at Brazos Bend State Park, and indulged in a true Thanksgiving spread, complete with a butter-stuffed, bacon-wrapped turkey. God bless America.
3. I had the opposite of a white Christmas, as per usual.
Just as the weather began to cool down, I jetted back to Manila – in the company of not one, not two, but three bawling babies – for the holidays. The Christmas-New Year time is always one of my favorite parts of the year; this year, a large chunk of my extended family vacationed to the island of Siquijor, where we snorkeled with starfish (and supposedly an elusive sea turtle), jumped off waterfalls (or in my case, accidentally backflopped off), and almost got stranded for an extra week past our planned departure date (ah, the wonders of the seemingly constant Philippine typhoon season).
4. I survived another winter.
(I also learned that I cannot ice skate to save my life. A young child literally whispered, “Loser,” to me, as I slowly pulled myself along the railing of the Millennium Park ice rink. It was a dark time.)