The death of such an amazing biology teacher of the Charter School of Wilmington brings back memories of everlasting exuberance and occasional melancholy. When people call forth the name of Gupta, an alloy of emotions submerges and fills everyone of us to the brim: joy, sadness, anger, excitement, and many other words that are unable to be evoked at this time. Her passion and compassion for her students often led us high schoolers to believe that she was strict, cruel, and menacing (in the lightest sense of these terms). This, however, was certainly not the case. Looking back, I now realize how stupid and ignorant I was for not appreciating every moment spent in biology (with Mrs. Gupta, that is). Everyday, her disposition was one of optimism, passion, and integrity. I regret the countless hours I spent complaining about science fair, when the true hard worker of the time was actually Mrs. Gupta. It’s only after someone is taken away from our lives that we begin to truly acknowledge their beautiful character.

Throughout the school day, I was plagued by the thought of such an occurrence: how could a life be taken away so easily? I tried not to over-contemplate things that had already taken place; after all, time cannot be reversed. However, when I arrived back home, sadness had ultimately gotten the best of me. My perpetual despondency was interrupted by a series of revelations. We should not think of Mrs. Gupta as the unfortunate teacher who passed and went. Rather, we should remember and embrace her unbelievably stunning qualities. I continued (and still continue) to think of how approachable and kind Mrs. Gupta was. If you needed to postpone a test, she sympathized. If you had a simple question, she was eager and willing. She had an aura of… biology-ness to her. Be it her silly dances or her melodious songs, she was really one of the highlights of my sophomore year. So instead of crying and weeping over such a bitter event (which is quite an understatement), we should all celebrate the wonderful person that is Mrs. Gupta: celebrate Gupta.

Well… It is currently 3:41 AM and I am absolutely bored. Here I am on Oovoo talking about nothing with two of the most hardcore Asians I know (by hardcore, I mean they can stay up late). For once, I’ve finished all of my homework and I don’t have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow (or should I say, today). Today was a super fun day. I’ve been happy all day and I probably laughed so hard to the point of tears at least 3 times today. I love life.

Procrastination is probably the most horrible obstruction I’ve met in my entire life; however, it has also taught me a lot about myself. I’ve learned that I get distracted far too easily, and I have the attention span of a schizophrenic goldfish. Hell, the more I think about it, procrastination’s benefits outweigh the lack of sleep I receive. Psh. Who needs sleep when you have distractions from all over: YouTube, Facebook, Wikipedia, Google, and whatever else I seem to waste hours and hours upon. Life isn’t entertaining or fun without the little distractions here and there. So when my parents ask me if I’m doing my calculus homework, I equivocate by saying that I’m “doing work.”

What is this work I speak of? By my own definition, work is the process in which someone does something. So technically, when I’m laughing my ass off at a YouTube video, I’M DOING WORK! But in all seriousness, distractions make up a majority of my life. Distractions are the spices that make food vibrant and delicious. Most importantly, distractions keep me awake. Currently, it is 11:27 PM (and counting), and I have yet to study for some of my courses that I may or may not be [Asian] failing. Bah, who am I kidding. I’ll put it off ‘till tomorrow. From procrastination and countless distractions, I’ve learned that putting things off makes things more interesting and certainly more entertaining. At the end of the day, though, I still manage to complete my work. SOMEHOW.

One of my favorite sayings is “Procrastinators unite… tomorrow.” I think that this phrase embodies me perfectly. Despite my usual procrastination habits, I sometimes become mentally unstable and I actually DO MY HOMEWORK ON TIME. I know this may seem shocking, and it is! Especially to me! These are the moments where I question my own [in]sanity, diligence, and perseverance. Also, I just realized that I spelled ‘perseverance’ wrong on my SAT essay… Because I had to spell check it when I spelled it out on this rant/post thingymajig. I’m not quite sure how many times I typed ‘FML’ out in the middle of a sentence on this post, but it must have been a lot because my pinky hurts from backspacing. So now… I’m going to do homework. HA. AHAHA. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

So… I just made a tumblr. This is interesting. I’ve always enjoyed writing, but not on stupid essay prompts that English teachers give us. I guess I’ll post occasionally when I’m really bored. Here’s my first entry! It’s more of a list than anything else.

THINGS THAT I MISS!

• Not having to worry about tomorrow.
• Being young.
• Having a bed time.
• Sleep.
• GameBoy!
• My grandparents.
• Mrs. Gupta.
• China.
• Mrs. Gupta.
• Having a life.

Man, I miss Mrs. Gupta.