The coolest thing about technology, I think, is the exposure to so many different people’s stories. The whole purpose of social media is to share tidbits of your life with the world. More often than not, your posts go to immediate friends, friends of friends, and even friends of friends of friends, but some posts reach all corners of the world.

Social Media outlets are for those with stories to share, but no other way to share them. I was thinking about life without social media and technology, and how in the past, news was limited to already-famous, well-known figures. I thought about how easy it is today to watch a video on someone’s life halfway across the globe. With the simple tap of a screen, you can watch three hundred-year-old people talk about their regrets, their memories, their outlook on life, without leaving the comfort of your bed. (link to video about three hundred-year-old people talking about their lives: Or you can watch interviews conducted with strangers on the streets of New York (Humans of New York: The Series link here: )

Growing up in this generation, I have taken for granted of this opportunity to learn about the lives of people from all around the world. I always complain about social media, talking about how much I detest Instagram and my friends-of-friends-of-friends’ pictures of what they ate for dinner, or scrolling through the ten thousand pictures of Disneyland when we have a long weekend, but I’m realizing now that I could be taking advantage of Instagram for all that it’s worth. Instead of scrolling through my friends-of-friends-of-friends posts, I could be scrolling through stories about people from France, or Jamaica, or Ukraine, reading about their accomplishments, their dreams. Social media is rarely used to its full extent, but I have begun to appreciate it for all it’s worth.

Other people’s stories make me happy, so maybe they’ll make you happy too! I definitely recommend checking out both of the links I included- they are both a good time.

Bee Happy,

Sam 🙂



Fly Eagles Fly

On the road to victory

Fight, Fight, Fight

Fight Eagles Fight

Score a touchdown 123


Hit ’em low

Hit ’em high

And watch our Eagles fight

Fly Eagles Fly

On the road to victory



And that concludes this post.

I kid.  But it will be the theme of the rest of what I have to say. And I apologize in advance if this is cliché.

As the entire world knows, the Eagles won Super Bowl LII. And what a win it was. Historic. The Eagles have never won a Super Bowl, with its foundation being in 1967. They have definitely struggled for most of my aware-of-football life, going for the gold but getting coal. But yesterday, they made Eagles history, and my entire family’s day… no, year… no, probably their entire lives. They can all die happy now.

I will spare you football facts, as I have been studying up these past couple weeks in preparation for the big game, but I do have one thing to say.

When times are rough, and you just can’t seem to win, pick yourself up, hire a new coach, and recruit a darn good quarterback. Uh. Maybe that was too literal. But in all seriousness, whenever you feel like an underdog, think of the Eagles. Think of the team was in last place in last year’s season, but WON THE SUPER BOWL THIS SEASON! Think of the time and effort and hard work they put in to making their team the best, and put in that same dedication to your work. Fight like the Eagles, but keep your helmet on because it’s going to be a wild ride.

but most of all,

Bee happy,

Sam : )


And Here I Sit

And here I sit, at 12:43am this fine January evening, writing.

Yes, it has been about two months since I last wrote. But as my last post hinted at, college work and school work took control of my time.

Sure, I could have made time. The time I spent on my phone, or with friends, or just sitting contemplating life, could have been spent differently.

But no.

This is the time. This, now, 12:45 on the night of January 19th. (and wee small hours of January 20th)

I couldn’t find inspiration, the thought write a blog post! crossed my mind, but I couldn’t do it. The whole “there’s something in every day worth smiling about!” seemed like a me that was trying to be a me that I’m not (if that makes sense). But it is me, it just wasn’t me for these past couple months. I was stuck in an ongoing cycle of stress and worry and anxiety. And tonight, like an ocean wave clearing a layer of sand, my worries washed away. My college applications are in, my first semester senior year finals are over, and I am a free woman!

As I said on a project about America in my 9th grade history class, “Fly. Fly like the majestic eagle that represents your freedom.”  (Fitting, seeing as the Eagles are playing in the NFL playoffs in a week #gobirds!!)

But anyway, these couple months have taught me that sometimes you have to let go of something important, something you love, to find what truly makes you happy. Maybe you love brownies, but eating healthy makes you happy. (I’d choose brownies over a salad any day, though.) Sacrifices are worth it! To live life to the fullest, we gotta make some space. Clear the way for life to take its path.

Now I understand that it is now 12:55am and that most of my words probably make zero sense, but in short, this blog is not a phony so expect some writings in the near future! Also, you are a majestic eagle, my friend.

Bee Happy,

Sam 🙂


In the midst of college essays and life-altering decisions, I think about the writer I once was. When my competition was my best friend in my fourth grade class, not other students nation-wide fighting for admittance into my dream school. My friend Jess and I fought to be the one with more completed journals, not the one with a more impressive essay about our accomplishments. We stared each other down from opposite sides of the classroom, and then wrote feverishly until our allotted 30 minutes of writing time was up.

By the end of the year, Jess had more completed journals than I. If I said I wasn’t still disappointed in myself, I would be lying.

I recently rediscovered these tattered fourth grade journals, their covers decorated with sketches of rainbows, hearts, and butterflies. Reading through them, I decided to continue the story I had created (and Jess stole from me).

**warning: this is really long and I don’t expect you to read this, but it would be cool if you did : )**

To summarize the story: The main characters are “Joe the French Fri,”  “Shake the Hot Dog,” “Bob the Burger,” “Casper the Ghost,” Sam and Jess (the competing fourth graders), “Jackie the Dog,” “Sally the Duck,” and last, but not least, “Sue the Duck.” The story takes place in Yacapoosh, Pennsylvania, and is about the adventures of the aforementioned characters.* When we last saw them, the heroic characters had defeated “Daddy Duck” and his duck army. (twice!) After defeating the duck army in London, the crew traveled back to Pennsylvania on a cruise ship. When they arrived back at Filler Meal (where Joe, Bob, Shake, and Casper live), there was an ad on their television for a new Sirloin Steak Burger in Asia.

The following story will be written in the style of my fourth-grade self. (and implementing my spelling and grammar errors.)

*note: all characters and places named in this story are fictional.

The Sirloin Steak Burger (Yacapoosh Story #19)

“The Sirloin steak hamburger, new in Asia!” the add yelled.

Joe laughed.

“That’s so crazy, isn’t it guys? That there’s a new burger, after we traveled all the way to London to buy Tenderloin Steak tacos?” Joe asked.

“Yeah!” They all exclaimed.

The Filler Meal crew was having a good time watching Dancing with the Dogs on TV before their show was interrupted by the add. After the add came on, they emidetly (immediately) decided to travel to Asia.

“But wait!” Sally shouted. “Isn’t it a bad idea to go to Asia? What if… Daddy Duck comes back?”

“Yeah…” whispered Sue.

They all agreed with the duck sisters, and tried to create a plan to save them from Daddy Duck. They thought about the last two times he had appeared, and relised (realized) it was when they were near water. To get to Asia, they would have to travel another way.

“If we can’t travel by water… how will we get there?” Bob wondered.

Sam and Jess looked at each other and emidetly relised something.

“JOE, CASPER, AND BOB CAN FLY!!” they both boomed.

Joe the flying french fri, Casper the Ghost, and Bob the Burger all remembered their ability to fly. “Oh! You’re right!”

“Let’s go to Asia!” the crew exclaimed.

And off they went. But not before ordering ice cream from Ralph’s Sweet Shoppe (where Sam worked). They couldn’t abandon their weekly routine of getting ice cream just to go to Asia! Sam and Jess both got mint-chip, Joe got pistachio, Bob got chocolate, Casper got vanilla, Sally got Oreo, and Sue got rainbow sherbet. After they finished their ice cream, they took a walk in the park and talked about how excited they were for the Sirloin Steak Hamburger in Asia.

“Wow guys, I can’t wait to eat that sirloin steak burger!” Jess exclaimed. “I bet it’s going to be so good!”

“Guys. I have a secret” Sam said.

Everyone stopped dead in their tracks. Sam told them everything! What could she have to say that they wouldn’t already have known? The crew all turned to look at Sam. With looks of suspicion in their eyes, they motioned for Sam to continue.

“I’m… a vegetarian” she said, finally.

Shake fainted. Sam tried to help her up, but Joe and Bob pushed her out of the way. By the time Joe and Bob could help Shake, Sally fainted too, so Joe and Bob had to help Sally. Shake got up and was okay, and helped wake Sally up.

“I’m sorry,” Sam sighed.

No one accepted her apology. No one wanted to go all the way to Asia for a Sirloin Steak burger with someone who wasn’t even going to eat it. So they decided they would go without her. Sam was so sad. She hadn’t been away from her friends for a whole seven years, she had dropped out of school to live with her friends in Filler Meal and was making a living working at Ralph’s Sweet Shoppe. She couldn’t believe that they would go to Asia without her, all because she was a vegetarian and wouldn’t eat the steak burger. But they did. Sam watched as Joe, Casper, and Bob started flying, and then lifted Shake, Jackie, Jess, Sally, and Sue into the air. Joe carried Jess, Sally, and Sue because he was the strongest, while Casper carried Jackie and Bob carried Shake. Sam stood in the park, alone, watching the crew fly away to Asia.

“Fine.” Sam thought. “If they can live without me, I can live without them.”

She walked down the winding path of the park, and came across a mysterious figure.

“Oh shoot, this better not be Daddy Duck!” She thought- she was not in the mood to fight him with squirt guns again.

But it wasn’t! It was an old man.

“I am Trevor,” the old man said.

He seemed friendly enough, and Sam was lonely so she decided to become friends with him.

“Oh, hello Trevor! All of my friends went to Asia to buy a Sirloin Steak burger,” Sam said sadly.

“Oh I’m sorry to hear about that. Is there anything I can do to help you?” Trevor questioned.

Sam explained to Trevor that she just needed a friend, and that she had not been away from her friends for seven whole years. Trevor was so surprised! He agreed to be her friend, and to walk her back to Filler Meal. On the walk back, he explained that he was not an old man, he just seemed like it because he was wearing an Old Man Sweater. They walked past Ralph’s Sweet Shoppe, the Jail, the Holiday Hall, and finally arrived at Filler Meal and watched Dancing with the Dogs on TV.

After a few days, the Filler Meal crew returned from Asia, to find Sam and Trevor sitting outside Filler Meal.

“Rho ris rhis?*” Jackie asked.

*”Who is this” in dog language

“This is Trevor,” Sam said. “We became friends because you guys left me.”

“We’re sorry,” they all said, and Jess pulled out a huge salad from her purse.

“Look what we brought you!” Sally quacked.

“Awe guys! You shouldn’t have!” Sam shouted.

“But we did!” Jess said, happily.

And then they all sat outside Filler Meal eating the salad, and talking to Trevor about Dungeons and Dragons.

The End.

I apologize for it being so long, but I needed to write something fun instead of going on and on about myself and my deepest feelings for colleges. I needed to go back to my roots, where my love of writing first blossomed, and I began writing stories. Writing is not always about following guidelines, or answering some prompt, and I needed to remind myself that. Writing is about expression, about imagination, and I just needed to remember what that felt like.

Thanks for reading, if you’ve gotten this far.

Bee happy,

Sam : )

Getting Better

After nearly a month-long-hiatus due to writer’s block… and being in a slump, I have found happiness in today.

The Beatles have been playing on repeat in my car, in my room, and in my head for the past three weeks. With every song, my mood gets a little better, but what really did the trick was “Getting Better.”

Today I was cleaning my room, which was long overdue and proven by stacks of papers piled on my floor and piles upon piles of hair ties scattered around my room. I find that the cleanliness of my room generally tends to mirror my stress level. The more stressed I am, the more likely I am to throw papers on the ground in rage. I have always found a certain amount of stress-reliever in organizing and cleaning. Put everything in its home makes everything happier, and my mind can breathe easier. After a week of throwing a day’s worth of stuff onto the floor, I finally picked the mess, and myself, up. While cleaning, I put on the Beatles, because what’s better than folding clothes and listening to four men sing about an Octopus’s Garden?

That’s right, nothing.

Anyways, after multiple songs played, my mood lightened up. Eventually, “Getting Better” came on.

Yes, the song titled “Getting Better.” By the Beatles. What more can one ask for? That’s a legitimate sign if I ever saw one.

The repetition of the lyrics:  “It’s getting better all the time, better, better, better” for three minutes really drove it into my head THAT IT’S GETTING BETTER. “(no I can’t complain)”

With everything going on recently in the world: Tom Petty’s death, the Las Vegas shootings, the hurricanes, life seems pretty out-to-get-you. On top of all that, there’s personal issues that everyone goes through. It’s hard to tackle all of that at once. But as the Beatles have reassured me about 17 times in the past 3 minutes (jeez this song really is repetitive), “it’s getting so much better all the time.”

John, Paul, George, Ringo, I thank you. And I agree. It is getting better. Bad days don’t last forever, and it gets better.

Side note: I really appreciate music that has an instrumental background that can stand on its own. *cough* all of the Beatles’ songs *cough*

Bee happy (because it’s getting better all the time!)

Sam 🙂

(better, better, bettterrrrrr)

(Side side note: I tried to be repetitive, but could not reach the goal of 17 “getting better”s)

(side side side note: the actual meaning behind the song is not super positive but let’s pretend it simply means that things will get better)

The Fight

I had a thought earlier: it’s always when I need people the most that they neglect me, but I realized it’s the opposite: I neglect them.

We all have our issues, our internalized crisis that needs to be solved. And while I’m conquering my internal crisis, everyone else is fighting their own battle. I realized that while I think I need an army of loved ones to fight my battles, I just need another Commander in Chief. Someone beside me who is fighting their own fight, simultaneously alongside me. We can’t combine forces or fight each other’s fights, but we can lean over and ask for battle tactics.

This metaphor may have become too far-fetched, so I’ll summarize.

I don’t need to depend on others to help solve my problems, I just need someone there who understands what I’m going through and who can give me advice. I have those people. While I’ve always expected them to know exactly how I feel and have sympathy for me, I realize now that everyone has their own internal battles, everyone has their own fights, and they’re not meant to be fighting mine.

Today I had to try a lot harder to find what made me happy. And I had to try and figure out why I wasn’t getting the help I wanted. But I realized now that my loved ones, friends, family, boyfriend, they’re all there for me. They love me no matter what, I just have to accept that they don’t know all the strategies in my battle, only I do. Today I found genuine happiness in others, and happiness in myself.

The moral of this whole post is, if you’re fighting your battle and don’t think you can take it anymore, let out a wild war cry. Literally. Just scream. Get it all out. Do it with your fellow Commander in Chiefs.

Okay, in all seriousness, remember that they’re there for you, though they’ll be unsheathing their swords for different battles.

Bee happy,

Sam 🙂


Driving Thoughts

Driving, for some people, is a way to get from point A to point B. No attention is given to the surroundings, the dogs on the sidewalk or the wild-flowers growing by the curb. Thinking about it, it’s probably safer, as people’s eyes should be on the road and not the side of it.  As the typical cliché goes, “stop and smell the roses.” In this case, taking it literally wouldn’t be a good idea, unless you’re driving down Lombard Street in San Francisco. But the point behind the cliché still applies.  I find that driving is a way for me to think about, and enjoy, my surroundings without distractions. We’re all driving down the same road, but in our own little metal bubble. That could, honestly, go up in flames any minute. Cars are scary. As per usual, I digress. I have compiled a few of my thoughts while driving this week that have made me smile.

On my way home from school, I drive past a couple elementary schools, and therefore, a couple crossing guards. This past week the lady was directing traffic in the intersection in front of the school, and she started almost-dancing. It only lasted a second, but it was there. It was probably a response to a car that had driven past that was blasting music, and I started thinking about how many different songs traffic-directors probably hear everyday. They only hear each song for maybe 5 seconds, but that’s enough to get a song stuck in one’s head. My train of thoughts quickly fell off the rails into a rabbit hole, and I started thinking about how interesting being a crossing guard would be. There are loads of elementary school kids that a crossing guard gets to talk to during the wait for the light to change, and while crossing the street. Similar to the music, the conversation is short lived, but it’s enough to get to hear some quality stories.

Being a dog in a car seems like such a liberating experience. Sure, people can stick their heads out of car windows too, but they don’t get the “AWW that person is so cute!!’ it’s more of “Umm what is that person doing.” Ugh, social standards. I just appreciate the people that bring their dogs in the car, and I pretend they’re doing it to show off their prized pet. The dog’s probably pretty proud of himself too. Like “look what I can do, you silly human, if you did this people would judge you.” Sidenote: my family once dog-sat a golden retriever and he loved car rides, and would stick his head out the window and leave a trail of slobber like there was no tomorrow. The entire side of the car was stained with slobber marks for a week.

I want to register my car in a different state and get that state’s license plate just to drive it around in the state I live in… and to be different. My new favorite past-time is punching the people in the car with me when there’s a different license plate nearby. When I say people, I mean Trevor or my brother, because no one else will play with me. But I want to be driving the car that people go “woah! that person’s from *insert state here*” Or i could just move across the country and bring my car. That’d work too. But anyways it’s always fun seeing the different license plates and wondering why they’re visiting. Are they staying with family? Just on vacation? Each license plate has a story, and I think that’s pretty cool.

Something I tried recently was just driving in silence. I turned off the radio and just sat with my thoughts. It almost acted as a semi-therapy session. Usually I just blast upbeat music to fix my mood, but this time I attempted the opposite. It was eye-opening. The fifteen minute car ride allowed me to address some thoughts about current events at school that have had a negative impact on my life, after I attended a school district board meeting, and it was a good idea. I could reflect on the meeting without the interruption of other people’s opinions, especially after hearing them expressed for two hours straight. I highly recommend it.

When I am not wallowing in my thoughts, I discovered this podcast called Beautiful Stories from Anonymous People. My friends in my journalism class were talking about it, and so I looked it up. The last time I listened to a podcast was in eighth grade, and I was excited to find something new. And it paid off. I turn on this podcast whenever I’m in the car now, because my music was getting to be kind of repetitive. It’s hosted by Chris Getherd, a comedian, and the premise is that people call in to talk about anything, but they’re completely anonymous. The phone call can only be an hour long, so they have an hour to just chat with Chris, and it’s pretty rad. The topic that they start with when they call him usually diverts into a completely different topic. This is almost completely credited to Chris, who somehow knows the right questions to ask to delve into this anonymous person’s life. Without knowing their identity, he gets to know who the person is and their struggles, and tries to help them. It’s a super deep premise, but the podcast itself is pretty lighthearted. It’s great alternative to sitting in silence, and I highly recommend this as well.

I apologize for the length, but these have been accumulated over a week. Also! I forgot to add, but the sunrise on my way to school is pretty impressive and it’s a fantastic way to start the day. But anyways, I find that looking for small delights while in traffic helps me forgive those idiot drivers that decide that they’re going to just do their own thing and not pay any attention to those around them, and not get so frustrated.

I’m not usually adamant about you guys taking something from my posts, but I truly hope that this one inspires you to take a minute while driving and just breathe. Times are stressful right now, and we don’t need anymore added stress. I know that preventing stress isn’t really possible, but lessening the frustration in driving has helped me put things in perspective.  The world is having a hard time right now, and though driving in silence seems like a small thing, or listening to a lighthearted podcast maybe won’t dramatically alter your life, but it definitely helped me this past week. If the silence or podcast trick don’t work, maybe try sticking your head out the car window and slobbering down the side of the car. Preferably when someone else is driving.

Bee happy,

Sam 🙂


The coloring book phenomenon has been going on for a few years now, and I am going to spend a minute focusing on why these previously childlike activities have taken the adult world by storm.


  1. The whole stress-relieving aspect. I think it’s interesting how coloring books are now used as a tactic to relieve stress. It makes sense, since a lot of people find solace in art, but are not necessary Picasso-ranked artists. Coloring books are a way to express that left-side creative brain in a way that does require immense skill. Coloring book coloring is a skill one acquires at a young age, and so it almost comes naturally.
  2. The aesthetic of it. A finished page leaves one satisfied and (hopefully) proud of their work. It looks nice, and it is full of appealing colors. A good color palette is something that never fails to make my day, and I know I like to be surrounded by bright colors. My favorite movies have very specific color palettes and I find that so pleasing, and this applies to coloring books as well. If a certain page is colored well, it brings me joy.
  3. The chance to bond, or find solitude. Coloring is something that doesn’t require a lot of brain-functioning, so it’s a chance to talk to friends while having something else to entertain you, or when there’s nothing to say, to sit quietly and scribble. Play calming music, watch a movie or show that works as background noise, and chat with friends. Add some snacks and you got the perfect Friday night. Now let’s say one doesn’t have friends (let’s hope this isn’t the case). How about we say one needs to get away from the world. There’s a lot of stuff going on in the world, and everyone needs a moment to get away. It’s the perfect opportunity to escape from the world and delve into a world of color (trademark Disney 🙂 ).

I could go on, but there’s only so much about coloring book I’m sure you guys want to read, so I’ll stop it here. Now is the time I invite you to join the coloring-book club and see what the buzz is all about. Though, due to the hype, I’m sure you have purchased a coloring book and it is collecting dust on your desk somewhere. I’m guessing it has approximately two pages colored in. Now, I invite you to take it out and spend ten minutes coloring. Those five minutes you just used reading this to get to this point, you could have been coloring. So stop. Go. Go color. Goodbye. Have fun.

Bee happy,

Sam 🙂

The Last Beginning

As I always say, consistency is key. Also as I always say, practice what you preach. This blog follows neither of those statements.

Moving on!

Yesterday was the start of senior year! That’s so crazy to think about. As of this moment, I have NO IDEA where I’m going to be in a year’s time. I have lived in the same house since I was three, and I have gone to schools in the same district with the same people since preschool. And next year, there will be MAYBE one person going to the same school as me, and that’s even a stretch.

The start of senior year is the start of new beginnings, but also the ending of this chapter of my life. It is the beginning of the end.

As I watch my friends and boyfriend leave for college, and decorate their dorm rooms, create new friendships, and start anew, I realize that I have to savor these last moments.

I have to appreciate being surrounded by people I have spent the last 14 years of my life with, appreciate that I am in the same literature class as the boy in my pre-kindergarten class, appreciate the drama teacher I’ve had for four years in a row.

Though my classes this year seem kind of bland and boring so far, I am going to try to make the best out of this year. I’m going to try new things and step out of my comfort zone, while I’m still surrounded by all of those who love and support me.

All the more reason to find those little smiles in everyday.

Bee happy,

Sam 🙂