Chapter 5: Organizations

Yearning for that Love again..

My Pseudo-Legacy

*I wrote this Reflective Legacy Essay for my AVID class, inevitably, the class wrote it for me. You'll get it once you read it.

The number Five. The number of months I have until I graduate, as well as the number of days I spend each week at this place I call high school. The glorified days of high school has been in so many movies, so many pictures, and yet when I sit down and contemplate what my high school days have been like, not a vivid inclination of a memory comes across my mind. Yes, I remember the funny moments, the moments where I’ve laughed and certainly the moments where I’ve cried, but I can’t remember the moment I knew I was doing good, that I was leaving a legacy for my fellow underclassmen to follow through. I’m sure I didn’t leave a legacy behind, but I’ll leave an impression, a skid mark on the sidewalk of these high school turf walls.

If you ask what my peers have thought about me, the commonly dreaded, but overall way to sum up what Kathy Reyes is, I’m that typical asian girl. It’s almost too bland a statement to make, but to be truthfully honest to myself; it is what the majority has seen me. In a way, I do live up to that stereotype, but in a way, I’m way more multi-faceted than that. I’m a loyal-friend with the heart and soul of a dancer. I’m the easygoing girl usually in the front of the classroom giving grins to whoever makes eye contact with me. I’m that girl that you meet, but the second I’m not in your line of vision, you forget who I am. It’s true. I am also the girl with an insane amount of cousins, whom all I consider close.  Although these are the other personas of me, the one that most only see is I’m that typical asian girl.
The number of months I have to change this legacy of mine is Five. Five months to peel away the negative connotations of what I look like. Five months to revamp what I’ve been labeled, and make myself my own Dymo labeler. Five months to reinvent myself, or add to what I’ve already been perceived as. Five months to make a name for myself in this high school, to leave a permanent skid mark on the sidewalk of high school society. In reality, I don’t think my legacy will be as strong as others. I’m not the extrovert that puts herself out there for people to criticize and judge, but atleast I’ll leave something that should be worth remembering right? I want to be remembered as someone that everyone has learned something new from, whether it is a random factoid, or a huge philosophy that rearranged the way someone perceives the world. I want to be that agent of change.  I also want to be the person that everyone has had a laugh with. It could have been one of those obnoxious laughs, or a little giggle; it really doesn’t matter, as long as I’ve made you laugh, it’s all that matters to me.
Leaving high school is a major stepping stone in my life, but now I’m almost at the end of my rope. At the beginning of this excerpt, I didn’t know my legacy, I knew my image, that I had confused myself with my legacy, but now I really do know. I’m leaving my high school as an AVID kid. The type of individual that sacrifices a class period of doing something easy, and trading it for something that requires me to write notes in Cornell form, and take tutorials that I often took for granted, and have notebook checks in a periodical fashion. I’m leaving high school and taking a part of my very own AVID family with me. As unimaginative as it sounds, it is what I’ve become. I haven’t committed myself to something that was as rewarding as the AVID program in my high school, and I’m proud to leave my legacy as that; an AVID kid.

--Sincerely,
   Kathy

Unconditional Love<3

Some say that blessings have been disguised as many things, for me, my ultimate blessings have and always will be my cousins, my FAMBAMULATORS. the PMS Kids. I don't necessarily know what the future holds for me, but I really hope I never lose touch with these individuals. It's amazing how much I confide in these people, and no matter how long of a length of time we've been apart, once we come together, we're like a diabolical force of unconditional laughing and loving. The oldest is in their 30's and the youngest is around 1 year old, but all in all we've got a love that many don't quite comprehend. Yes, we may bicker at times, but what REAL family doesn't?
We've got so many jokes that there isn't enough grains of sand in the world to measure them. I really and truely love my cousins to LIFE, not just the girlies, but the guysies too. The Kuyas, The Guys, The Boys, whatever we call `em, I still love them too, even though at times, they make the rules unfair for the Girlies. Anyways, there's not a whole lot of fluidity in this entry because I'm currently blogging in my cousin's house in San Diego, and summer is all I have in my mind as of right now. But we've also made heaps of jokes. Here's the sample
--"Did you get it at Ross? YEAH, it's my favorite *throws bra* So you got it at Ross? NO?"
--"And for the caption you should put.. missing Wawiw, Jeremy, AJ, Kris, Ate Nicole... How about, the caption says MISSING LOTS? Yeah, yeah, but you gotta add an exclamation mark!"
--"Here we goo. here we goo.. AWWWWW MAN!"

But yeah, just some inside jokes that I know I'll remember forever
--Kathy

Magnanimity

(Noun) pronounced: Mag-Nah-Nim-It-Ee. Definition: Liberal in bestowing kindness in spirit or generousity.

So, yesterday it was my friend, Billy's going away party. He's going to Singapore and all that such, to see his parents again, and thinking about how much I got to know him this past year has been yet another epiphany in my crazy imagination. Billy's infamously known for being the kid with loads of dough spent on lost/broken iPods and OR 3 laptops in his room, but that's not all. He's quite the kid man, quite the kid. That's why I chose the word magnanimity, to describe his character. Well, for obvious reasons..He's always been so generous to me, and I know I would never take that for granted, he's a Ponyboy, and I hope he stays golden in his future, cause I know he's got quite the charisma to reach into borders beyond my expectations for him. He's one of those likeable characters in a book, not the hero or the villain, but the dependable sidekick that people don't always notice because they're in the shadow of a hero's glory. Either way, he's a great chap, and I wanted to dedicate this blog to him, cause I feel terrible about not getting him something worthy of his 18th Birthday. So, this is part of my makeup-gift to him.. Hahaha. Take care Billy, we all love you, down over here in Murr-Town!

--»Kathy