Keep in mind that throughout my senior year in expos, I managed to maintain an A average by cheating and kissing butt, so don’t expect this essay to have perfect grammar or be rich in content because I honestly don’t know what I’ll be discussing within the next few paragraphs, but here we go:
Hey everyone, my name is Serina Sakdikul and I had sexual relations with Joseph Fortuno on stage in the musical production of The Drowsy Chaperone. Since we graduated, Joseph has reached out to me today to be part of this special guest series which was too good of an opportunity to pass up. So thank you Aldolpho.
So “New Year, New Me” this is a pretty funny topic to talk about because it's so broad and contains so many opinions that it can be labeled as dangerous. For the past 4 months I have been surviving off my old, cracked, un-updated, 8g iphone 4 from freshmen year because someone pick-pocketed me at the Father concert in Oakland (which is pretty messed up because Father didn’t show up until the last 5 minutes). Having thought that my upgrade wouldn’t be until February 2016, I woke up from a call on my janky phone on December 31st, 2015; it was my mom, and I quote her words , “slip on some pants and get a new phone.” It turns out my upgrade has been due for a minute. FML. During those 4 months I experienced first hand how technology has poison our generation. However I can’t talk too much shit because ever since I got a new phone I have the urge to check the screen every 25 seconds. I didn’t tell anyone I got a new phone, but when someone finally saw, they pulled the “wow new year, new phone & don’t know how to act.” Listen, no one has time for your damn two sense so sit down and actually stick to the diet you try every year.
New Year’s Eve was fun, I got to count down with my family then after partied with my friends. On New Year’s day my family hosted a lunch and dinner but unfortunately, I had work so I missed most of the party. It was when I came home everyone was packing up food, and on the dance floor I see my two little cousins ages 7 and 8 dancing to “Watch Me” by Silento. My eyes were disturbed seeing my not-so-little cousins hit the whip, the nae nae, tha stanky leg, etc. It was like the Hokey Pokey never existed. What was worst was seeing my mom, dad, aunts, and uncles support and copy their dance moves. Maybe I’m just a hater but for sure I felt old.
Going back to last night when I was with my friends, it was about 3AM when we had our normal routine of sitting in a circle going “simp mode” discussing life. However this time something about our conversation stuck out to me. My friend started telling us that they were going to move down to LA, but not for school. To cut down their 2 hour sober-hearted speech I quote them saying, “I literally have 50-year-old’s in my classes, I can go to school anytime, but to travel I need my strength, I need my youth.” A little nudge made my thoughts go wild, I admired how spontaneous their choice was. Although there are side effects to each side whether to go to school now or later, but trying not to be biased I couldn’t look at the negatives. It’s societies social norm that going to college right after high school is morally correct but whoever is reading this, you are an individual and you can do whatever you want, but just know any move you make is your responsibility.
It’s a new year, and reality has finally hit me. Experiencing advancing technology, trendy catchphrases, new dances, and free spirited decisions has made my mind go off the grid becoming dysfunctional (in a good way) because what has the universe not made? discovered? brought back? We’ll just have to wait and see. Welcome, 2016.