TODAY WAS THE LAST DAY OF MIDTERMS
hell week HUZZAH I'M SO ECSTATIC
Today was Japanese. I never study for Japanese, so when sensei said "SENIORS GOOD LUCK IT'S HARD" we were like "...sensei why would you do this to us Q___Q"
And then I flip over the first page and it's easy. Relatively easy in the sense that I knew what to answer for almost everything. I flicked through the entire test at the beginning to gauge how much time I had to finish everything but there was one thing I didn't catch (surprisingly).
She had included this entire translation part in which we had to translate sentences from our textbook into Japanese. While she was in the room, I had gotten up to the part before that one, and I flipped the page because she said something about checking the tests, and what do I see at the bottom:
"Mr. Ryohei has a very cute face."...I sort of died in my seat and read the sentence over a few times before saying,
"....s-sensei?"
"yeeeeeeeeeeees?"
"...r-ryohei?"
"OHOHO YOU SAW IT 8D?"
"...YES OMG WHY RYOHEI WHAT"
"I DID IT JUST FOR YOU :D :D :D :D ;D ♥"
"...Q_____Q THANK YOU?"
":D :D :D /giggles"
and then the other seniors and juniors were like OH TRISHA♥ /goes back to test. my bias is so obvious lol. idek sensei loves me. somewhat. idek. she just knows my biases and i love it. oh, i also translated the sentence perfectly \o/ i ended up not writing about him in my paragraph, though, even though you guys told me to, haha. I couldn't find a place to put it in nor could say it properly!
Sal came and surprised us with pre-midterm cheesecake! The cheesecake that made me fall in love with cheesecake in general, guh. So good.
And apparently a few of the underclassmen think that I am an awesome person for serious and want to be like me when they get older ;___; I don't know whether to be flattered, scared, or confused. I AM TOO FLAILY. but spread the flail, it's okay. there won't be enough of it once i'm gone.
Celebrated an early dismissal at 10:30 AM with my underclassmen buddies by spending a day in the city. All blah apparently can be erased by splurging on yarn, having korean bbq for lunch and dancing to mirotic before leaving, eating two $1.25 korean ice pops per person, and spending waaaaaaay too much money on the biggest variety of k-pop socks I have ever seen.
The store we went to had all the socks you usually see on star-thots, which killed me at first sight. Imagine, three high school fangirls squealing at socks on a low table. Priceless. The guy who owned the store (I assume with his wife or something who was there) came over and said hi to us and I was like i hope you're not going to yell at me for having an ice pop ;___;
They were really, really helpful and friendly, though! I guess they're used to flailing teenagers because the lady told me that they sell out of the socks that they stock really quickly. They also were offering to go into the stock they had if we wanted a double or were looking for something that wasn't out. Basically, nicest store owners I've ever met around that area. It was adorable; they'd always greet the regulars coming in with an "annyeonghaseyo :D~"
And now I have onew, jonghyun, nichkhun, junho, and g-dragon /gleeeeeeeeee
At one point, DBSK's Stand By U single started playing and I was pretty sure that they loved us, haha. The lady even gave us some of the candy they were selling; I was just like ajshdjashf jeez, you two are awesome. I shall drag
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aznxlonewolf there next time we hang out so we can buy SHINee socks! \o/
We also had the Once In A Lifetime Experience of having an entire subway car to ourselves. We were running and dancing and jumping all over the place. There's something about an empty subway car that just screams at you to go crazy, lol.
I officially have multi-ethnicities, you guys. Really, I'm kidding, but today, when we went to korean bbq, I opened the door and the first thing the ladies waiting there said to me was "annyeonghaseyo~" My blank "ajshdjashf I WISH I KNEW KOREAN I'D ANSWER YOU" face gave me away.
The other day, my mom and I were hanging out in NYC on Saturday. When we were walking on lexington, a taxi passed by us and I heard some guy scream "I LOVE YOU CHINESE GIRLLLLLL" at me and I sort of died inside. My mom snorted next to me and went, "lol that was a random white guy wth?" And then I looked at her and said, "I can add Chinese to my list now!" I have been called Japanese, Korean, Chinese, Puerto Rican, some sort of Spanish, and Filipino. Filipino's last because nobody can ever really get it unless they're filipino themselves. Lost ethnicity, rofl.
...at least the hell week is over. Thank God for getting me through it ♥ I'm going to go make myself some mittens.