April is for Choosing

Choosing Colleges, that is.
And I have chosen! I will be attending Bard College in Annandale-on-Hudson, New York!
Huzzah. DOUBLE HUZZAH.
And in case you were wondering...Waitlisted at Wellesley and Oberlin. So no rejections overall. (Yeah, boy)
April also means that Assassins has started. But I'll maek a seperate entry on that topic in a little while.
April also means that APs are coming.
April also means Prom.
Prom means Drama. They go hand in hand. Like celebrity couples. And like any great celebrity couple...we call it Prama. Got a dress. Need a date. Need to plan everything with my ginormous group of 30+ people.

Oh April, you're so stressful sometimes.

FRUSTRATION

College is stupid. Goddamnit.
Yesterday I heard back from Smith College -- accepted. The funny thing about that was that I didn't actually intend to apply. I just accidentally clicked "submit all apps" on CommonApp. I never submitted my supplemental essay for Smith. I didn't apply for financial aid. So I had no intention of going to Smith, so it was fine. Nice to get in. Hoorah. Etc
Someone posted that they were accepted into Oberlin College on Facebook. So naturally, I run downsstairs to check the mail. Nothing yet. But I mention it to my mother who proceeds to inform me that she didn't fill out the financial aid forms for Oberlin. She didn't think I wanted to go there. And while I probably won't end up at Oberlin (I think it's too liberal for me) I didn't want to rule it out from my inital reaction from visitng campus a year ago. So even if I get accepted...no financial aid. At all. Which means I can't go. So my mother has effectively said I'm allowed to pick between Wellesley (given that I get in) and St. Olaf or a state school. So basically many, many, MANY profanities aer running through my head.
I. AM. PISSED.
She said she would handle financial aid stuff as long as I got my apps in on time.
SO. PISSED.
Not the best way to start spring break. Especially when you're break involves driving 24 hours to Florida.
Fuck bitches.

Running out of time

Last night there were two major events associated with teh school. Empty Bowls and V-Day. I was lucky enough to attend both.

Empty Bowls is a fundraiser to fight against hunger. You pay $10/15 to pick out a one-of-a-kind, most likely student made, ceramic bowl and get unlimited soup. It's a community event and really enjoyable. The bowls are gorgeous. The soup is good. 

V-Day, or Vagina Day, is all about domestic abuse. As in stopping it. The event is held in the basement of a local church and student performers (mostly female) perform musical acts or excerpts from the Vagina Monologues. It's a really popular event among students. It's well known for the free condoms, chocolate vaginas, and chill atmosphere.

I've been to both of these events before and both are wonderful, but this time around it just felt different. Maybe it's because I've been really tired recently. (Case in point, it's currently 11:06 PM and I am exhausted. Though my eyes started drooping around 9:30.) Maybe it's because I'm a senior. Dunno. Maybe a bit of both.

I had an excellent time at both of them, hanging out with the friendos was good. I guess the weirdness stems from the knowledge that I won't have events like this, with these people, for much longer and that I need to cherish these moments.

School seems to be flying.

While I've been dying for Spring Break, it just doesn't seem like it should be upon me in a week.

I'm ready for Assassins to start. I'm ready for Ultimate Frisbee season. I'm ready to take APs. I'm ready to get the fuck out of Dodge. I'm ready to meet new people. I'm ready to start over. I wasn't for a long time. But I'm ready.

I'm ready, I am.
(Anyone catch that reference to the Format?)

Accepted!

I got my acceptance letter from St. Olaf College today. My mom thinks I'll end up there, but we'll see. I'm still waiting to hear back from Wellsley and Oberlin on April 1st and Wellesley's pretty high on my list. But so far, I'm five for five in regards to college.

This acceptance letter is special though. I've finally heard back from a school I'd actually really like to go to. I think Olaf would be a good match, but there are so many people I know going there next year. And I want to start over in college, re-invent myself. And while I know I could probably avoid the people from my school...it'd still be difficult. I feel like pro/con lists are coming down the turnpike.

Today also was a triumph for Stats Slackerism. We split up the four assignments between four of us and then all copied each other's work after watching Chuck and eating delicious Italian food. NOM NOM NOM. Hooray for "helping" each other with homework. Working together actually was good though (and surprisingly productive)-- a friend helped me through some trickier problems. But overall, school is pointless. And boring.

And oh my god, people are already pairing off for prom. We have TWO MONTHS. Chill. OUT. Note, this is mostly stemming from my anxiety about maybe not having a prom date...I'd really like one...but things don't always work out in my favor.

I also need to really really really really get a job.

They Call it Senioritis...I call it "I have 88 days of school left?"

I've decided what I'm going to do with this blog. Yes. I have. Surprise!
This is my Second Semester Senior/I'm Going to College--What?! chronicles. Yup. Forever immortalized in the interwebs: the randomness of the almost second half of my second semester of senior year.
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Days are going by so quickly now and part of me just wants to grab at them kind of, "STOP IT. WHERE ARE YOU GOING??" frenzy-ish way and part of me is screaming "I want to get out of this school/town/etc!"

I'm obviously torn.

I want to cling to my past/family/childhood but part of me really wants to go to college to party/meet guys/start over. Throw in some homework into this mess and you get crazy-sauce/angst.

Homework has become more of a battle. I feel obligated to do it, but I really really really don't want to. Most kids have just stopped working/caring. But for some reason, I just CAN'T. I've spent nearly all day trying to catch up on the Beloved reading I'm supposed to do for English class. I don't think I can let myself truly not care about school until after APs are over.

People are getting ridiculous too. Ran into a kid from my Latin class at Sub T last night while hanging out with some friends (half were inebriated, half were not.) Latin Kid was dressed as an Indian/Native American. He had facepaint, feathers in his hair, and was sporting a homemade v-neck shirt that had a large horse head on it. He'd stopped by to get a sandwhich post-Western themed party. He was fucked up and hilarious.

Second Semester Seniordom can only bring more hijinks. It's safe to say I'm of excited. But I'm also still worried about the whole college acceptance thing as well as this whole internal struggle over schoolwork.

I'll play it by ear.

INTRODUCTIONS

With every new project, be it blog or vlog or new journal or anything, comes the obligatory introduction entry -- but the Olympians are ICE SKATING.  So let's get down to business...to defeat the HUNS.

I am a nerd. I like history, reading, music, and my knowledge of Pokemon is rather extensive. The important thing, though, is that I'm not particularly ashamed of being a nerd. Granted, I'm not that crazy girl who wears wigs to school, apologizes constantly, and says stupid things trying to suck up to the Greatest Teacher Ever only to get shut down. No, I am not the weird girl. But I'm also not entirely nerdtastic. I'm just...me.
Me, the nerd/band geek/wanna be hipster/dorkasaur who says ridiculous things and is constantly mocked.
Me, the Moleskine-toting, novel-writing, Latin-taker, dabbler in the arts of the interwebs.

While I'm not sure what EXACTLY will show up on this blog, I'm pretty sure we'll figure something out.
I has ideas like Peter the Great has beard taxes.
(Because, mon frére, history is still living)

To recap: Salvete, meum nomen est Clarissima.
Let's do this dance.