Chemistry is like French

In class today, we were told that Chemistry is like French: For pretty much every rule, there's an exception. Or two. Or three. I always thought science was straightforward...

Since I am writing a blog about what life as a teenager in New York is about, I guess it would only be appropriate to tell you guys what occupies most of my time-- school. I attend a private school on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. I can outline a few points on what school is like in general as well as specific classes I take in Sophomore year, with the names of my teachers removed as I would like to remain as anonymous as possible (that's why you may encounter awkward phrasings like "Teacher is really cool" instead of "Mr. Youcouldntcareless is a psycho")

Here goes:

• School is...exhausting (to say the least). Let's just say attending a private school on the Upper East Side is not exactly a cake-walk 
• US History: My teacher is a genius, and probably knows the most about anything that has happened in the history of ever. He's a brilliant guy, extremely nice, yet takes no prisoners when it comes to grading. 
• Spanish: I absolutely love languages, and I actually plan on teaching English abroad for a few years after I graduate from college. With that said, I obviously love Spanish. My teacher can be funny when she chooses to be, yet class will normally have more of a specific agenda and she makes sure to cover it all. I respect her a lot for not laughing at us when we attempt to read aloud and just come across as illiterate idiots. 
• Chemistry: My teacher is a pretty funny woman, and her Trinidadian accent just makes it much, much better. Her witch-cackle of a laugh will send the whole room into an uproar at times. She obviously loves Chemistry, making it a lot easier for us to pick it up.
• English: My teacher is one of the nicest men you will ever meet. While we all know when he jokes, he always makes sure to tell us just to make sure that no one takes it the wrong way. Unfortunately, some American literature can be quite dry, so classes can range from being interesting to a snooze-fest. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate literature, I just think Emerson could have spiced his works up a bit. 
• Math: I can't stand math, which is unfortunate, as I love my teacher. And, being blessed with the privilege of being in advanced math, I get to suffer even more. I absolutely hate math, yet I'm apparently pretty good at it. When watching Senator Bulworth have a mental breakdown in Bulworth, I thought: "That's pretty much sums up my experience every time I try to do math homework". Sadly, that is not an exaggeration by any means...maybe I should talk to someone about that.
• Theology: Taught by a woman who is hands-down the most interesting and hilarious person you will ever meet. Ever. One kid was told that God created Viagra so that Abraham could have a son with Sarah (because they were 100-whatever years old--obviously he would have needed it). We spend most of our class time discussing politics (yes, politics. We are very sad) or creating government conspiracies However, the teacher is brilliant, and extremely passionate about religion.

 Well there you have it. I'll see if I can snap some photos of the interior of the school sometime soon to upload here.

And I realize that none of you actually care about anything that I just said.

I'm out.

First

At 2 A.M. I enter the blogging world.


Long a fan of legends like "Hyperbole and a Half" and "The Oatmeal" (among many others), I eventually decided to dive into their domain. While I may not be able to create satirical prose or tell gripping stories the way they're able to, one thing is for sure--I love to write (Oddly enough, I don't enjoy reading as much as I should--but that's beside the point). There's something incredibly satisfying about finding and putting together the perfect words to express any idea, emotion, or thought.

While writing papers for school have never seemed like much of a chore, limits are always placed on your work. While you can write in your own style, you always need to stick to a thesis statement or write to please a teacher. Hopefully this blog can serve as a limitless platform for the purpose of my individual expression.

Now, all you avid readers may be concerned as to what this blog is actually about. Well, worry not. I promise you that this will not be a whiny, "oooooh why are we here, what's my purpose in life"  bogs with me somehow finding a way to complain about how hard life in the first world is. In fact, this blog is the opposite. I'm fortunate enough to live in New York City (hence the name "New York Urbanite"), and I plan to write about "adventures" I have and what life is like as a teenager in the best city in the world. I consider myself a relatively shy person, so hopefully this blog will serve as a way for me to come out of my shell a bit and further foster my love for New York. Of course, we all have bad days, so I may occasionally digress and complain here and there, so I just ask you to bear with me. I promise you that overall, the good will outweigh the bad. I guess that's all for now. Hopefully I'll have something of substance for you to read soon.

Cheers!