Ah, senior year.
My best friend Eliza is finding out tomorrow whether she got into Columbia, and we're all freaking out because it means so much to her and to all of us. Eliza's one of those people who's not exactly emotionally demonstrative; she's not a dramatic person, and she doesn't often tell people when she really feels deeply about something. But she wants to go to Columbia so badly. It's the one thing I've ever seen her really want. And I love her so much; I don't even know what's going to happen tomorrow. People are trying to reassure her, saying, "Oh, I'm sure you'll get in"-- but no one really knows. My friend Stephanie and I baked her a cake this afternoon. Whether or not she gets in, she'll have a cake tomorrow!
And me? College-wise, my first choice is Smith College in Massachusetts. I do want to go to Columbia too, but it's more doubtful if I'll be accepted. I'm optimistic about my chances with Smith, so that's my first choice.
I hate college applications. I can't wait until February, when everything is DONE and all I can do is wait and see. And then next year...who knows where I'll be?
Senior year is so full of that: uncertainty. And of beginnings and endings...and of craziness. This is such a weird time in life: I can't wait to leave, but I'm realizing just how deep my ties here are. I've lived in this fairly small community all my life, and I know so many people. There are so many people here that I love. When I leave here, I won't just be leaving my family; I'll be leaving everyone. I'll be leaving my Gorgeous & Amazing Stage Manager, Melissa, whom I'm just starting to get to know. I'll be leaving Erin-Kate, my hero and my favorite director ever. I'll be leaving so many people. And yet...I still can't wait to leave, to start the rest of my life.
And me? College-wise, my first choice is Smith College in Massachusetts. I do want to go to Columbia too, but it's more doubtful if I'll be accepted. I'm optimistic about my chances with Smith, so that's my first choice.
I hate college applications. I can't wait until February, when everything is DONE and all I can do is wait and see. And then next year...who knows where I'll be?
Senior year is so full of that: uncertainty. And of beginnings and endings...and of craziness. This is such a weird time in life: I can't wait to leave, but I'm realizing just how deep my ties here are. I've lived in this fairly small community all my life, and I know so many people. There are so many people here that I love. When I leave here, I won't just be leaving my family; I'll be leaving everyone. I'll be leaving my Gorgeous & Amazing Stage Manager, Melissa, whom I'm just starting to get to know. I'll be leaving Erin-Kate, my hero and my favorite director ever. I'll be leaving so many people. And yet...I still can't wait to leave, to start the rest of my life.