NonFiction Writing Life Lessons

It's crazy. I'm writing my last blog post. Matter of fact, y'all are also writing your last blog post. As we collectively close the semester off, I would firstly like to congratulate everyone for making it.  It seemed like August was yesterday. Syllabus week, all those practices for sports, after-school activities, Subbie-Buddy events, and Homecoming. So much happened over this semester, yet I can't remember a specific detail about any of it.   I wish I slowed down and looked around. It's a pretty broad and overused lesson and quote that everyone says, but I really mean it this time. I wish I paused and thought about my experiences, whether embarrassing or exciting. Just to look around be present in the moment instead. This semester was valuable. I learned a lot, y'all did too. However, it's not the end. We have not only a semester ahead of us, but our whole lives! If you're feeling sad or depressed from the fact that we're halfway done with school, ...

   This is a picture of me drifting in my Toyota Camry.   Hey guys, Harsh back at it again with another lesson and today I'll be explaining how I learned that sometimes its better to say nothing at all. (Also this story may or may not be real if you know what I mean). After one lovely night on the road I came back home to my family with some great news. I rushed to tell my dad that I was able to hit some really sick drifts in our families toyota camry. I was so proud of my new skill but my dad didn't seem as happy as I was. to put it lightly, he "grounded my ass" for a month. Ever since that day I realized that if i just don't say anything, the problem simply won't happen. Sometimes, it's best to keep things to yourself. Don't put your life out there for everyone to see.

 Today I decided to go through my storage. We have it tucked away in the basement. We have numerous cardboard boxes stacked on containers. We have numerous black cables, opaque plastic containers, kitchenware, old brown furniture, etc. However, a bright green plastic box sitting lazily on the top shelf of a shelf caught my attention. The green-ness of the box was especially apparent due to the brown dull background of the storage section of our basement. What was in a box? I curiously opened the container, and it was a drone. Not any drone though, this drone was sick. Four blades, looked stealthy, had a sick camera feature and a VR mode where you can attack it to your phone. I never remembered having one, but I immediately wanted to try it out. I gotta say, for the next few hours, I had so much fun with the drone. I flew across my neighborhood while wearing the VR set attached to my phone. It was like seeing a movie in front of my eyes. It took some time to get used to, but damn I ...