Letter #1

Thank you.
Thank you for the amazing mom and dad I have been given. Even when I'm down, they always make me feel better, and they always keep this array of hope and trust and belief. They are the ones who teach me the things I could never imagine.
Thank you for my friends, whom did not necessarily notice my bad mood, but made me feel better: taking, saving me a seat, laughing.
Thank you for the library for I've found this amazing book - "Making It Into A Top College" - which will hopefully, guide me correctly.
Thank you for my cute outfits, a roof above my head, a bed to sleep in. Thank you for blessing me with two hands and two feet.
Thank you for poetry especially EE Cumming's "anyone lived in a pretty how town".

11:11

So, the past couple of months (heck, for the past year), I've been playing a couple of games with God. I ask him for favors (for example, straight A's), and then "play" guessing games with Him, "challenging" (not really challenging, for I can never be as superior as God), but challenging him that if I find my pencil, I'll get straight A's or if I eat my dinner without any hesitation, I'll get straight A's or if I remember to wake up at 5, I'll get straight A's or if I...and hopefully, you get the point.

Today, we got our report cards and for the fifth year in a row, I've gotten straight A's. I was ecstatic and delighted that God has given me so much...and I thank Him every night and every day and merely every second I'm alive. However, it sometimes scares me that I have it all...that I'm achieving this "perfection"...or getting what I ask for.

I know. I should never complain, and I'm definetely not complaining, but I'm just worried that this might all stop. This "good luck"...maybe God's help might stop...and then I'll drown...and be completely and utterly lost. 

Ironically, I began typing this at 11:11...oh boy, the good luck keeps coming...

-AA

I feel like I'm in first grade...

But I've put my brand new black pens, my sharpened pencils (to the tip), my favorite mechanical pencil (with extra lead!), my birthday eraser, and my Burt's Bees chapstick in my black pencil pouch - all perfectly aligned. I've organized my backpack, cleaned my room, picked out my outfit for tomorrow, and now, I'm going to sleep. It's ten o clock, but tomorrow, I'll be waking up at 5 to do some last minute reviews and then I'm off to hell week - or midterm week + SAT on saturday week. Oh boy. I've studied and luckily tomorrow I start off with my easy exams: my AP Lang & Composition (three essays in two hours...yikes!) and AP Calc. But, gosh am I ready. I'm just ready. I'm ready. (Okay. Spongebob's in my head...Hm. Is that a good thing?). Anyway, courtesy of my blog title, for every storm, a rainbow and my favorite quote from God, every hardship comes with ease, I am ready to start off this week. Right now, it's the hardship: exams, SAT, stress. I'm currently under this storm (and actually literally, since it's snowing), but hey, I can almost see a rainbow out of the corner of my window. If a squint and tilt my head, I can see it...an amalgamation of yellow, green, and orange. So, readers out there of my blog, I won't be posting anything at all this week, which I guess is a bigger bummer on me than you, because I honestly love to blog, but it's for the better :)
Oh. Gosh. It's 10: 07. Gotta go to sleep.
Goodnight people.
With love,
-AA