Phyo Kyaw Week 16 - An Everlasting Memory

It was a rainy day. Saturday, May 4th, 2024. Most of you probably remember what you did that day seeing how it was about four days ago. Or eleven since you'll be reading this a week after I wrote this. Maybe you may have even forgotten what you did on that day. But not me.

That day will be with me for the rest of my high school life at the very least. Now the weather wasn't notable besides it being windy and rainy and freezing cold. I went to my friends' track meet, not really expecting much but still looking forward to it. I should have been studying for my AP Chemistry exam that was in two days on Monday. Most of you guys were probably studying for your respective exams. But I decided not to, electing to go some track meet that I wasn't even part of.

Not the best decision. Or so I thought initially. But spending that day, under a tent, practically freezing to death, but still laughing and having fun with my friends as we all fended off the rain will be a core memory of mine forever. 

It was cold. I got drenched. I couldn't feel my fingers they were so numb. My socks were soggy the whole day. I stood around for hours doing nothing. But do I regret it? No. It may have been dumb to go to the meet knowing AP exams were around the corner, but I think this is what memories are really made of.

They don't always have to be the most ideal conditions based on smart decisions. Sometimes dumb decisions lead to the most priceless of memories. The basis of memories are not from having the best day ever, but being able to turn a bad day into a notable one. 

The best memories you can possibly make are ones based on last second decisions and unexpected conditions. 


Picture from iPhone



Comments

  1. John Ray CabanganganMay 22, 2024 at 5:31 PM

    Hey Phyo I really liked reading your recalling of a good memory you had. To be honest, I really do not remember anything I do after a week goes by, so you being able to recall what you were doing on May 4 is pretty impressive. I definitely agree when you say the best memories are unexpected. Mundane things don't stick in memory. It's the things that stand out that stick. Which is why the event that happened on May 4 stuck in your brain. Reading your blog has made me realize that I should also strive to make some meaningful memories. Do things that I normally wouldn't do, and do something unexpected. That way, I can have more memories that would stick with me. Overall, I really enjoyed reading your blog about a memory you made.

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  2. Sonal MadalaMay 22, 2024 at 9:48 PM

    Hello Phyo! I too remember May 4, 2024 as I spent it at Lake Chalet instead of studying for my AP exams. However, similar to you, I don't regret it. I made some amazing memories with my best friends and I can't wait to make more. Unexpected decisions and by chance circumstances have proven the Butterfly Effect to me, the idea that small decisions have big impacts. In my opinion, the price of memories in unmatched to anything, and come on, at the end of the day, we leave with our memories, not our AP scores or GPAs. The academic rigor of junior year has taught me to appreciate the small things and that test scores and grades aren't the end of the world, while I have tried to keep up with my assignments, I have also learned to take time to myself, even if that means submitting some work late. Although you could have been studying for AP Chem, you will remember the weekend before as one full of memories, rainy, cold memories, but memories nonetheless. This was a really reflective blog, thank you for sharing!

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  3. Emaan IrfanMay 24, 2024 at 4:17 PM

    Hello Phyo! I wholeheartedly agree that dumb decisions can sometimes make great stories. I won't lie. I don't remember what I did that day. I was probably wedged into some cafe like I am right now as I type this. This blog gave me hope that this day can turn around. I think the cloudy weather and the moving up rally had me feeling a bit down. I think people our age are weirdly afraid to take risks. It feels a bit weird asking teenagers around me to take more leaps. Junior year has taught me to find joy in little things. Thank you for sharing.

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