2015-2016 School Year in Review

Monday Night Catchall: January 11, 2015

Nothing much has been happening in my life besides making the world's ugliest cake ever (which my friend then tried to save by putting a panda on it and calling it a mountain, thus making its ugliness seem intentional). But hey, it tasted good!

Saturday's football game between the Bengals and the Steelers epitomized everything wrong with football. Since when it is acceptable in any context to purposefully slam into someone's head? And how come football makes it suddenly acceptable to punch women (or anyone, for that matter)? I'm very confused. Okay, rant over.

Hoverboards have just been banned in my dorm. :( Apparently there's an actual justification for this, though.

In other news, we've apparently be wrong to see the Supreme Court as, well, you know, supreme. I mean they pale in comparison to this judge in Alabama who apparently has more authority than them ...

Looking Back at 2015

Last year, I wrote an end of the year blog post in which I talked enthusiastically about seven happy things about to happen in 2015. At the time, I assumed 2015 would be filled with reading, running, and writing. Well, then 2015 wound up being more like this:

  1. Watch everyone in my high school tear each other apart (and spend an afternoon wondering if we'd get torn apart).
  2. Write an awkwardly personal op/ed (multiple, actually), revealing to everyone I'm a survivor, and deal with the resulting chaos.
  3. Part with Jon Stewart, leaving us to deal with this dude alone.
  4. Watch the 49ers and the Oakland A's combust.
  5. Spend hours fighting against a seemingly bulletproof administration.
  6. Give awkwardly personal quotes for articles and deal with that resulting chaos.
  7. Watch everyone shoot each other, including shooting 12-year-olds, and get away with it.

Of course, there were many positives mixed in (see photo gallery at the end of this post for a more varied version), but overall, 2015 was less than ideal. To summarize how my year went with one story, it began positively with Jameis Winston (you know, this guy) getting deservedly humiliated by the Oregon Ducks, and concluded with him being the #1 overall pick in the NFL draft and almost leading his team to the playoffs as if nothing ever happened.

So what is there to say about 2016? Will things be any better? Maybe. I hope so.

In an effort to delude myself into thinking the U.S. will get its shit together despite our impending joke of a national election and that I'll cruise effortlessly through my year, I'm going to make another list of seven things I'm looking forward to:

  1. Finishing my novel. (If I say this twenty times, it'll happen.)
  2. Swimming.
  3. Watching the A's have a less-ugly season (please?).
  4. Reading Harry Potter in Spanish just because.
  5. Really, really learning how to use Twitter.
  6. Finishing House on Netflix.
  7. Actually running that 3.8 mile thing I mentioned last year but never got around to doing.

But listen, I can't make 2016 a better year alone. It's up to all of us to push ourselves to be better human beings, to go out of our way to be kinder, conscious, and compassionate. We can control the election (vote if you can, even if you don't love either of the candidates). We can control social media. We can control our behavior.

It's 2016. Screw Trump — it's up to us to make the world great again.

2015 IN PHOTOS

Sunday Night Catchall: December 27, 2015

I've been somewhat less active on social media, mainly because I've been binge writing (with assistance from my cat again, as pictured).

On the political front, TSA has allegedly upgraded its language regarding transgender travelers from "anomaly" to "alarm." I say that with a lot of sarcasm, because I don't see how that's any better.

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I met some therapy dogs in the United terminal in Newark! Maybe it's a smart ploy to help travelers cope with their flight delays.

Speaking of flights, how is it warmer in New York than it is in the Bay Area? I don't understand how coming to San Francisco made me colder in December than I was before. Wow.

Not exactly a YA book, but Our Queer Stories did a great spotlight on Large Fears by Myles E. Johnson (illustrated by Kendrick Daye)! Check it out.