Dear readers, you!
It's your girl Ngoc. Writing from her famous hammock. But before we start, there's something you should know. So far, I've realized that the more episodes I write, the more personal and more intimate the relationship that you as the reader and I as the blogger will have. You guys are going to know a lot about me after this is all over, IF it ever ends that is. Because as the title states, it's "Little Life Lessons with Ngoc" (meaning that when my life is over, it won't be "life" lessons anymore... just saying.) So what that means is you're going to see me rant and vent and rant some more and cry maybe and put my life out there. Think of it as... maybe a sort of public diary. Where you are joining me and reading me whilst perhaps adding more insight into your own lives, whilst having me make your day a bit better or brighter (at least... I hope I'm able to do that), or you can just be reminded that living is a beautiful thing and that each passing day means adding more substance to your life as an entire experience per episode. :)
Um... Let me also say thank you for joining me in my journey of life and anonymously being a part of that. This episode, as you can probably already tell, is going to be really long. Prepare. Get comfy into your own imaginary hammock, and let's see what happens.
Alrighty. So the story starts here. Yesterday, I went with a group of great, fantastic people, specifically other Emerge students to Rice. We all had to stay on the first floor and like, wait there for exactly two hours for a bus to pick us up and take us to Rice. Um... it was a Thursday and all of us knew that we were sacrificing our time to go there. We were going to arrive back at the school around 9 pm and had tons to study for the very next day. It was a commitment that seemed, perhaps, worth it. During that two hour period, I got to let myself loose. It's been a freakishly long-donkey time since I've done that. School does that to you. Expectations and grades and numbers do that to you. It's sad. But hey. From 3:30 to 9 pm, I spent that time with great people. It was worth it. I mean, we're talking dance battles here. Freaking dance battles and one short game of ninja (that got awkward real fast when my face was inches away from this guy's chest. Not that I regret it. But it was def. awkward. x'D) and studying. And my god, it was just great to forget that homework and school existed while waiting in a school. That doesn't make sense, but it definitely does. :)
Once we arrived at the Rice campus, I was just speechless. This was basically the first time that I've ever visited a campus at all. Imagine yourself walking down such nice concrete sidewalks and crossing streets that looked very well paved. There were more sidewalks of gravel and sand and odd yet beautifully charismatic architecture. Guess what else I saw? LOTS OF LAMPPOSTS!!! I was literally gawking and taking pictures of a lamppost. Haha. ^_^ Now I'm going to transition you guys into a darker mood. This is the part where you should rock yourself on the hammock to feel better.
So the scene continues. I enter the stadium. The 340 Emerge seniors begin walking and each speaking into the microphone where they'll be going to for college. And it was a mesmerizing experience. You just find yourself constantly clapping for all 340 chaps. I mean, wow. And it just, makes you think. One day, you and I are going to be just like that. Entering the realm of newness and a lot of... growing up.
You see, the thing about being a teenager has everything to do with the fact that you ARE a teenager. You just.. you feel like a child that never wants to be an adult. And in a way, isn't everyone kind of like this? Being both child and adult. Pieces of both worlds combined. Sure as a teenager, it seems cool to marry and have kids and buy a house and live in it and pay taxes and mortgage and retire and then die. Not the dying part, but you can see what I'm getting at. While all of that sounds fantastic, I just, want to live without responsibilities, any real responsibilities for the rest of my life. I'm free now. I think I am. I think I'm free living as a teenager under her parents' wings that shield her 100% of the time. I love it like this. Being protected by others with no real need to protect myself. (Told you this was going to get somewhat depressing. Is your imaginary hammock still swinging?) I want it to be like this, forever. We all do. Somewhere inside of us, like deep, deeper than the pit of hell and rays of Helios combined we never want to grow up. I feel like this growing up thing should be episode 6 or something. *sigh* I'm sorry!
Turns out that this Rice trip has me thinking about two things.
The first is that sometimes you can unexpectedly spend your time with some great people who can take you places and have a grand time with. Especially the bus ride home from Rice where the whole bus was like, dark. And, the orange-ish lights that surrounded us from tall and elegant buildings that spiralled into the sky, from the lampposts lighting the sandy sidewalks against the night, and it was just wonderful. Being in complete darkness with great people, because I have this philosophy and bear with me: Riding a big yellow bus with great people at night = Magicalness. Haha. Yeah. Try it some time. I assure you. You'll feel this intense connection with everyone on that vehicle and begin to see that living means being with people and being with people means being connected. Invisible strings attached to one another. So try riding a big yellow bus at night, honey buns. x'D
The second thing is that one day, you and I, we have to come to terms with growing up and becoming a part of the world around us. Perhaps it's just me who's afraid. Perhaps we both are. But let's face it. Things that are bound to happen will happen. Growing up will happen. They will all happen. It's just you. And the world. And your supporting invisible army. Because whatever happens, happens and face it like a freaking warrior son.
The perks of living and breathing as a teenager. *sigh*
Thanks for tuning in for this tremendously long episode! This was Ngoc. Have a good day people!
Your Chubby Asian Girl,
Ngoc
(with editing help from my cute little sis. <3)
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