Phyllis and I worked together to artificially create weathering and erosion. What was supposed to be an informational video about science, Phyllis somehow transformed into a talk show about weathering and erosion. She inserted some very bad puns in the middle of serious information. She interviewed other students about their opinion on certain matters, which included their thoughts on the importance of erosion. It was unbelievably fun for a project that was intended to be boring. If the teacher were to show our videos to next year’s students, she would certainly not want to pick Phyllis’s video about erosion, weathering, and life, in general. In the end, I received full credit, whereas she had a few points of the “Erosion and Weathering Walk” Project. Throughout seventh and eighth grade, we frequently hosted the “Erosion and Weathering Walk Season Two.” Sometimes we would pass by a “monument” and briefly remember our sixth grade project. A majority of the “show” was commercial breaks, in which she would go around the school rating the intelligence of random people. Sometimes, I would stand back and cover my head in shame. Most of the times, I would stand back and laugh alongside her. In this way, however, she was able to meet new people and potentially new friends. …show more content…
My home was from “those Asians” with a focus on grades, school, and academics. Phyllis’s parents were good with anything, and she was able to pursue things such as music and athletics. She was not the “perfect” A-student. Despite that, Phyllis still took challenging courses and tried her best in them. From what I know, she got a “decent” score these classes. She knew how difficult the classes were. When I complained about how hard the test was, she probably knew exactly how bad it was. Yet, I still complained to her face. I would expect that to discourage her about many things, but she seemed to be unaffected. We had a sort of mutual trust in one another, that was not seen in many other pairs of friends. When I was accepted into Troy High School, I did not know what to think of it. On the one hand, my mom would want me to challenge myself through harder curriculum. On the other hand, I would like to have stayed with my childhood friends. Eventually, my mom, quite forcefully, sent me to Troy. However, I don’t regret going to Troy High School. After all, I am still able to communicate with her, though not face to face. Throughout the last year, I think I was only able to see her about three times. However, we constantly go back and forth as we used to online, almost