Mairin's Daily Life, According to Facebook

Note: I have only recently begun to get to know Mairin, so I have inferred her life based on her likes on Facebook. I italicized the pages she “Likes.”

I wake up to a typical rainy day in Chagrin Falls, Ohio. But, I like watching raindrops race across my window as I silently cheer for them. So, I eat breakfast and prepare to run through the rain to my car. When I turn on the car, an old song sounds from the radio. I just love hearing a song from so long ago and remembering all the memories! In a chipper mood from my car ride, I attend my first few classes. We work on free response questions in Calculus, and they only mention particles traveling along the x-axis. Times like these, I miss the weird names of kids in word problems in math books from elementary school, when I did not have to worry about a mock AP exam. A few periods later, I walk into the Biology room, quickly reviewing the nervous system and cell-mediated immune response in my head. Mr. Ricci’s substitute, who looks younger than the majority of the students in this class, begins to hand out the test materials. He runs up to the board enthusiastically and informs us that we must fill in our name, the date, the subject, and the class period on the Scantron. Right, because I thought I would also take the liberty of filling out my score. Anyway, I begin to fill in the information, beginning with my name. As I fill out the date, I mentally say “Wed-nes-day” while writing “Wednesday.”  I formed that habit back in elementary school, but I just cannot seem to shake it. As I begin to take the test, and look around at the shocked and defeated faces of my classmates (nobody understands the immune system), I begin filling in the Scantron. I feel pretty confident, but I begin getting paranoid when I notice patterns on the multiple choice test, so I fill in a C, since I have not seen one of those in a while. After that train-wreck of an exam, I walk to meet my friends at the lunch table, spotting them from a distance. They all perk up and begin to wave at me and I enthusiastically begin to wave back at them. But, as I approach them, they call out to the person walking slightly behind me. “Oh right, you waved at the person behind me. My bad,” I think as I join them. I open my lunch bag and begin to chat. Stories told at the lunch table are the best! The bell rings and I continue on to my next class (pretty uneventful, like usual). Some of these teachers get off track and tell you stories about their lives, and I just love it! But, it just annoys me that they yell when I begin to pack up before the bell rings. Seriously, I don’t care. This class ends in 30 seconds. I will pack up. Once I survive English class and the day ends, I head to my job at Math Monkey. I generally enjoy the students, but some of the parents hover and obsess over their children so much, they should just leash them so they will never leave their sight. I may appear biased though, since I find it so entertaining when people have their kids on those monkey leashes. I return home, eat dinner, and finish my homework. As I begin to prepare for bed, I check behind the shower curtain for murderers when I go into the bathroom, and finding none, I brush my teeth and go to bed. But not before reading through the pages I liked on Facebook in Middle School and regretting my choices. Although, who would actually look at those, anyway? 

Musings from the Best Western

Writing live from the Best Western “Envy” Hotel in Baltimore. Future classmates, I may in fact meet some of you today at an admitted student’s day. So, I would like to inform you that certain aspects of this sub-par hotel room do reflect my character. As I sit here, on my bed, I face the closet which has a cracked mirror on its doors. Like this mirror, I do have flaws—I may overreact, I may appear uptight—as everyone does. Some try to hide their flaws from others, but I acknowledge them, just as the Best Western does not cover the cracks in the mirror, so others may fully understand my character and accept me, not just a façade of perfection. But, if flaws fear you, you could always hide behind the bathroom door in this hotel room, which has four locks and could serve as the vault door in a bank. An admitted introvert, I enjoy solitude, and may close myself off from others. Therefore, if I do not wish to share my feelings or if I spend a lot of time alone, you should not take this as an insult. But, as I often need to remind myself in English class, introversion does not excuse me from participation in class and sharing, and I will continue to try to improve myself in this aspect over the next four years. On another note, the lighting in this hotel room simply intrigues me, especially as I tried to sleep last night. The main light flashed like a strobe-light all night (not an exaggeration). The other light fixture flashed different colors of the rainbow. Like the main light, my synapses fire constantly, and I love to learn. I understand and acknowledge that many of you will dominate me in intelligence, but I too, love learning and will work incredibly hard at college. Do not count me out. Similar to the rainbow light fixture, I accept different nationalities and cultures and respect them. College will open my eyes and introduce me to many new, diverse students, and I look forward to learning from those who do not come from the same background as I. Now, let me acknowledge one last aspect of this reduced-rate room: the bus stop in front of the hotel that the lady at the front desk reminded us “was the city’s fault, not the Best Western’s.” I love to see new places and travel, as does the bus, as it made a stop below our window about every half-hour through the night.  If you live in an interesting place, I will join you for Spring Break visits to your home. After reading this, you may ask me why my family willingly booked and signed up for the strobe-lights, rainbow light fixtures, cracked mirrors, and vault doors at the “Envy” hotel. Well, it cost $80 a night for AAA members, and we refuse to spend money. No need to envy that.