My New Zealand Trip Part II

This is the second part of my school trip to New Zealand. For those of you who haven’t read the first part, I recommend you to go here:

Sorry for the late upload! I went on a college visit trip (which I will also document here) which lasted a week and was kind of exhausting. Warning: This is going to be a long post.

Day 3 (The hike & the sail & Sky Tower)

We took the train to the city, then took the ferry to Rangitoto Island. I grabbed a Beetroot Kombucha on the way. My best friend said she felt edgy drinking it. I felt like holding a bottle of beer, especially when we cheered. I don’t drink alcohol, but if I do, this was a perfect time. The blowing sea wind reminded me of my sailor dream. Oh! I still want to learn to sail someday. It’s on my bucket list.

I enjoyed the hike on the island. The road was hot and rocky and we went uphill most of the time, but we made it with lots of snack break. It was the hardest hike during the trip. One thing I especially liked was that I didn’t only get to talk to my friends, but also people I like but don’t have the chance to talk during school days. My wonderful chaperone hugged us when we reached the top and complimented my Little Price socks. (Have anyone read that? It’s the only book I read in three languages!) I forgot my lunch so I ate mint chocolate biscuits, veggie straws, and nuts instead. My friend and I took selfies by the ocean.

We strolled downhill more on the way back, but we also tripped a lot. My friend and I talked about families, although her stomach was feeling well. It was a warm afternoon. During the ferry ride, I felt heated up by an oven. I fell asleep. After I got my friend a stuffed bird for her birthday (this friend loves animals. She wants to be a zoologist. Woohoo!), we went on a sailing boat. 

The guides explained the history of the boat (primarily the awards it won), and we had a chance to participate by “grinding” or steering the wheel. “Front group backward! Back group forward!” It wasn’t that difficult and it was cool looking at the sea on a slope, but the skin between my thumb and pointer got ripped up. After someone replaced me, I sat with my friend in the front part of the boat. It was a peaceful ride, but I didn’t feel a deep connection with the ocean. Maybe my blood thrived for something more exciting and adventurous. I wanted the wind and the waves to slap me and empower me. 

Then we walked to the Sky Tower and went on the highest (60th) floor. From the floor-to-ceiling window, we saw the beautiful combination of the city, the sea, and the islands. I took a goofy video of my best friend and brought some outdated but still hilarious pins at the gift shop. My friend and I went to Denny’s for dinner and they didn’t even have root beer float. The chili fries were good though. When we got back, our other friend (the plant photographer) told us about the two beggars who cursed them. 

Day 4 (local school & the beach)

We went to a local school this morning, and the experience can be summarized by the thank you letter I wrote them. 

“On the third day of our international trip to New Zealand, the students visited Pakuranga College. From the moment we stepped onto the campus, local students came up and introduced themselves. We visited three different classes. My group joined the music classroom where we listened to and analyzed a beautiful European song. The teacher explained music in a way that everyone could understand without too many confusing, technical terms.

During recess, we ate our snacks and got to know the students. We were a little shy at first, but some students approached and started playing American football with us. The diversity at Pakuranga amazed me; there were students of all colors and shapes laughing and learning together.

My favorite part of our stay was the language class. The teacher was enthusiastic and experienced with teaching people who are not familiar with Māori culture. The students were friendly and professional. Before the lesson began and ended they said a beautiful prayer which made us curious about the words.

We made a small booklet about “My Pepeha,” which is a way to introduce yourself in Māori. It said a lot about their culture, and I admire how they honor their land and ancestors. We also braided “Poi,” which we learned to dance with. Bella, the girl who instructed us, was very friendly and we chatted about the similarities and differences of our schools. When she heard that we have goats at our school, her face was priceless. We learned a lot about the Māori people in a fairly short amount of time.

Later on, we went to the gym we played netball, which was similar to basketball. The students were incredibly energetic and had about the same level of competitiveness as us. We shook hands after the game was finished. Some people in our group said it was one of the best parts of our trip.

We are extremely grateful for the teachers and students who gave us the opportunity to learn about their culture. It was so meaningful to talk to students from a local school, and it was probably the most educational part of the trip. We will remember the hospitality of Pakuranga College and hope to come back.”

My “portrait” on the foggy window

Of course, there are things that I didn’t share in the letter. For example, despite the excellent teaching, some students were texting or watching videos during class. I was too exhausted that I almost fell asleep. Or one part that especially touched me when they honor their ancestors was their understanding that your parents might not be great, but you can still be grateful because you wouldn’t be here without them. (My best friend said she was thinking about me when she listened to this part too.) And we came to the conclusion that our school isn’t an accurate representation of American high school because of our uniqueness. And that gym class had always been anxiety-inducing for me and some of my friends.

It started raining so we did a quick grocery run instead of heading to the beach straight away. After we got home, another friend cooked pasta so we had a low-key party with Tim Tam (seriously, this snack is addictive! You can find it in the U.S. as well) and smoothies. We drove to the ocean before sunset. My best friend and I walked along the sand. I climbed to the top of some rocks. It was so pretty, like a 3D video game. We talked about what kind of characters we would be in a video game and took goofy dance videos. “Family” came up again in our conversation. Maybe I’m not meant to have a functional family of origin, but that’s okay. I heard from a podcast that before we came to this world, our souls chose our parents. You might ask, why would I choose a toxic family? Well, maybe your soul knew that without all the adversities, you wouldn’t become the person you are today. 

Some of our classmates jumped into the ocean. My friend and I hesitated. We did swim in the ocean though. It was magical how the waves came to us and pushed us. “I feel like the ocean is holding me……I’m chosen!” The water was really salty. Three of us swam to catch another friend (who is both an Aries and a Gryffindor) and we were screaming-singing “friendship never ends”. So that was fun. Afterward, my friend and I took another walk and ate the best fish and chips that we’ve ever had. All of us put our arms around each other, swung, and sang “Country Road”. It was a night to remember.

Special Section (Fun quotes)

  • “You know that meme where a person drops a croissant? I just dropped a croissant.”
  • “I glow in the dark.”
  • “I just think A+ looks good on me.”
  • “You’re always eating an apple. Like a squirrel.”
  • “When I went on boating, the wind used to taste like cheese.”
  • “Let’s mark the sand with more sand.”
  • New Zealanders use the phrase “sweet as”. My best friend keeps saying it, and it makes everyone cracks up. When she said “nice as”, my immediate reaction was “What the heck?”

My New Zealand Trip Part I

Earlier this month, I was blessed with the opportunity to go on a school trip to New Zealand. It was the best days of my life so I want to share the highlights with you guys. Plus, it’s fun to review the moments. I journaled seven pages every day, so it would be redundant if I paste everything here, but I’ll cover as much as possible. Disclaimer: this blog post will sound like a diary.

Day 1 (On the plane)

I saw my friends at the airport and there were some not-so-emotional goodbyes. I chatted with my best friend about our weekends, hopes for this trip, and everything. I small-talked with people I used to be close to and still care about. We went through security and found our gate. Everything felt familiar. The snack machine, the pass-way, and the Starbucks nearby. We ordered lattes and croissants and took selfies.

During the four hours flight to San Francisco, my friend and I had some in-depth discussions about subjects like race, nationality, and human rights. We disagreed with each other on religion, but we did so respectfully. “We’re solving some world problems here!” We also talked about things that directly impact our lives more like the relationship with teachers, friendship, college, and career. She is one of a kind and I believe this will turn into a lifelong friendship.

During the nineteen hours flight to Auckland, I watched Ralph Breaks the Internet and Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald (!!). The latter was exceptional. I did not understand the plot at first which I half-heartedly blamed the British accent but it portrayed the magical world that I’ve always dreamed of. (I did not watch Harry Potter movies because I love the books way too much. It’s an obsession.)

I could not fall fully asleep, but I napped frequently with my earbuds in. Otherwise, my sensitive nature would force me to eavesdrop conversations that have nothing to do with me.

Day Two (Arrived)

After a few stressful moments of declaring plant products (if the security finds food that you did not declare the fine was $400!), we were finally showered in New Zealand’s warm sunshine. I couldn’t believe it was summer here! And people were driving on the left side of the road! I exchanged cash, ate lunch, and brought some healthy snacks for the next few days at a mall. We sang pop songs in the van. I took a nap; when I woke up, we were driving under a beautiful tree avenue. 

We hiked through the mountains and arrived at a waterfall. Nature was quiet and breathtaking. My adventurous side finally revealed herself: I helped my friend through the river and climbed on the rocks covered by soft green moss next to the waterfall. My classmates gasped. Then I swam under the waterfall twice. I wanted to see how long I could stay under it. It was so refreshing!

Since then, my dream had changed; my future home is not only going to be a cabin in the woods but a cabin in the woods near a waterfall. In ten years, I would have a creative job that allows myself plenty of time to write and slowly work on my Ph.D. I would have adopted two cats and perhaps a bunny that accompanies me in the wilderness. As we talked about our future, we slowed down our paces. It was a waste to ignore the beautiful scenery! My other friend, who was addicted to taking plant photos, caught up with us and we jogged on the wooden trial. We thought we might get into trouble for falling behind—spoiler: we didn’t—but we just smiled.

“If I didn’t get into trouble in high school for friends, my high school years were wasted.”

Because we were running out of time, we only stayed at the beach for ten minutes. But my friend and I raced in the sand to the ocean. 

It seemed like we were running towards the sun.

Then we went to one of our chaperone’s in-laws’ house. They were so friendly and generous and offered us various kinds of food. Rice with comforting curry, roasted potato (I’ve never eaten anything more delicious in my life!), sweet potato, chicken, lamb……egg white cake and cream donut for desserts. I even tried ginger beer. I usually don’t like ginger flavor but it was surprisingly good. (Spoiler: I also drank tons of Kombucha during the trip.) They also have a dog who just loves people.

Travel usually caused me anxiety, but this time, perhaps because of my friends’ presence, I felt more carefree and unafraid than ever. Bonus point: we were so exhausted that I slept like a rock. 

PS: It seems like that I can’t finish the narrative in just a couple of posts……please let me know if you want to hear more about my trip. Thanks for reading!


Last weekend, I was sitting on an unmade bed in a hotel room and scrolling down my 165 pages novel draft. In our English class, all honors students are required to do an Independent Writing Project. While it might be a pain in the ass for others to write two hours per week after school, it has never inconvenienced me. I write for two hours every day if time allows.

My IWP project was the YA novel I finished during NaNoWriMo and rewrote without a revision outline. I typed the last word with a smile on my face and a feeling that I won’t come back.

When I go to college, I probably won’t read YA novels as much. Not because my taste becomes more “advanced”. My to-read list is just too long (it has 56 books already!) and there are so much in the world that I want to explore. I want to live the life of people who are so different from me that I shout with delight, “I didn’t know a person could think like that!” They might be at a drastically different age, live on the other side of the world (or a different world!), and/or come from a different culture. And I want to read more literary books and non-fiction. 

That’s how I feel about my novel. During the teenage years, a writer grows immensely, and the improvement is even more tangible for a non-native speaker. I am amazed at how much I’ve grown every time I read something that I wrote two months ago. 

Counting Clouds was a fantastic project—it was right what I needed. I started writing it when I fully accept my sexuality, when I question about religion and love, when I finally let go of the feeling of abandonment. And when I miss the elephant (whom I still couldn’t bring myself to call a stuffed animal) I lost years ago but still couldn’t get over, because the countless days and nights when my parents are “too busy”, she stayed by my side and listened and comforted me. 

Carmen Kessler was so different from me, yet we experienced growing pains and confusions together. We bonded over of our passion for writing and chatted from the warm summer liveliness to the chilly fall tranquility. I have amazing friends now and no longer seek companion from fictional characters, but Carmen and I shared a special relationship that I always hold dear to my heart. 

But now, it’s time to say goodbye.

Farewell, Carmen Kessler. May your future be clear and bright. May you get into your dream college. May your young love with Leela lasts forever. May you stay lifelong friends with Joanne and Dylan.

So, Dr. H, is it too late to change my IWP project?