Earthquake

So funny story.

Yesterday in fifth period, Jennifer, Binhuang, Danhong, and I were sitting around talking about college acceptances. Jenn and I were saying how we haven't gotten into UCI and we need to pray as much as we can for it. Go to temples, pray to ancestors, Buddah, etc. Binhuang joked that our prayers wont be answered if we ask too much and they'll go "Aish, so noisy! You disturbed my sleep, go away!" So last night... I prayed twice and I was answered by a 4.4 earthquake at 4 in the morning. I even had a dream about being accepted! It's as if I was answered with "In your dreams."

Happy Birthday Mr. Brewer!

So yesterday while I was on the fieldtrip, I got a text from Jiaying informing me about a surprise party for our AP English Lit teacher. The class was pretty empty (considering most of the students were on the fieldtrip). They planned out a "surprise party" and I let the others know through facebook (power of internet). For a last minute party, this worked out really well! I got names of people who were chipping in for the cake and told Hoang, who went to buy it. It was a beautiful cake. I had to hold on to it during second period. My drawing teacher wanted the strawberries (choco covered strawb) and kind of made a scene in class about the cake. Anyway, I thought of an idea before the whole surprise party thing. The night before, I was thinking... if we bring the food into class, he'll suspect something. So we might as well go in all at once. I IMed people and tagged people in facebook notes, notifying them to meet out on the school balcony. During nutrition, Marbella and Daisy were finishing up the ceviche (omg delicious <3) in Cardoza's class while I ran around looking for Olga and holding the cake. I stepped out onto the balcony and I was surprised--a lot of people were actually there. We had someone stand outside Brewer's class and directed everyone to the balcony without making it obvious. Nutrition was before class so it was a good thing. Instead of lining up and getting food, we were out at the balcony signing the birthday card and getting things ready. The bell rang but we didnt go in yet. We waited for EVERYONE in the class to come outside. I actually told only the people with food, but this was even better. The tardy bell rang and we got ready to go inside. I was in the front, holding the cake. We got inside to light the candle and saw Mr. Brewer wandering around the hall looking for us. That was the best part! He was looking around wondering "where'd my whole class go?...is it fourth period or something?" it was so funny. Too bad he wasn't in the class where we could've made a "surprised entrance." But this was good. We walked down the hall, the whole class singing HAPPY BIRTHDAY. He literally backed away with his hands up in the air haha. I'm glad we were "the first class to celebrate" his birthday. We spent the rest of the period eating ceviche and cake instead of reading for Hamlet, haha. Yay! Happy birthday to the lucky "13" beanhead :P Apparently he was born on the 13th weighing 13 pounds with 13 people in the room. When the bell rang at the end, after he said "thank you," he joked "It's not actually my birthday, guys." Hahaha. Anyway, yay! Last minute surprise party was a success!

Fieldtrip

So on March 11, 2010, our econ class took a fieldtrip to the Federal Reserve Bank in downtown. We took the bus and since it was my first time on a public transportation, a lot of people were like "No way!" "Aw, you're growing up," "Ohmygosh, are you scared? There's hobos and it's very dirty" and other jokes. Our teacher sat in the back and then walked up to the front to talk to the bus driver. Then he came and stand next to my classmates and me. He looked down to talk to Helen, who was sitting in front of me and the lady sitting on the side kept looking at them, probably thinking "...why is that creep talking to a kid?" Haha. So when Lucy, friend sitting next to me, joked "Mister, Lily is scared and she's crying." I turned to her and said, "Shh, do we know him? Don't talk to strangers." Haha, but it was good. When we all got off the bus, we headed to FIDM, a fashion school before heading across the street to the FRB (since the tour hasn't started). We took pictures, walked around, did a "photshoot" and yeah. We headed to the FRB after and boy... I have to say... that's the most money I will ever see in my life. A football field size room with money inside. The room literally had scent of money. There were bags of moneys everywhere! After the tour we got a bag of shredded money and did a survey. After that, we walked to Macy's plaza to eat and I wandered around in circles about five times before getting my food. I didn't really know what to eat so I just got Cali rolls and an ice cream after that. Then we walked to MOCA (museum of contemporary arts) and if I wasn't interested in art, I would've been complaining the whole time. The rooms were sooo spacy with only an art work on the wall. It was quiet and some artwork were... weird. But hey, that's what makes it art. From a canvas of blue paint to a canvas with random lines. There were about ten to fifteen guards--one in each room. I would be bored if I were them. After MOCA, we walked to the bus stop. When the bus arrived, we all tried to fit but since there were other people there, only some of us could go in and the rest had to wait for the second bus. I was one of the people who had to wait for hte second bus. Well, it was a good day :)