Today is Physics Day, a day where our entire Junior class (Juniors take Physics here) goes to Six Flags: Great Adventure and rides roller coasters all day. I’m absolutely terrified of both heights and sharp turns from drops, and roller coasters have both. However, if any day, today was the day to conquer my fear and finally go on a roller coaster, even if it wasn’t one of the more harsh coasters in the park.

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More recently in math I’ve come to the conclusion that every graph we make is a cross section of something three-dimensional. This is probably wrong, but I can’t help but wonder in my n-dimensional mind, are many of our polar graphs simply cross sections of 3D shapes?

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It’s official: I didn’t get in. So much for a nice way to try and get published, or to have fun over the summer. I feel unqualified as a writer and as a creative person in general.

At least I had one day of feeling great. Right? That’s all I need for three years.

EDIT: No, you know what? I’m not going to let it get me down. I have the utmost respect towards the people who got in: Those are the truly great writers. But what does that say about me? It does not say that I am inadequate, and I’m foolhardy to think that it means such an absurd prospect. There is no reason why I should be mustered by rejection. If rejection makes me foul, then I will end up a foul being for eternity.

If anything, all I must do is work harder, write more, and continue my creative endeavors. And keep having fun. A lot of it.