Another Useless Update
So, one of my many cousins, the lovely Adelaide, just got accepted into Harvard. Wo-fucking-ot. She wants me to go with her to orientation, which is going to be close to impossible since I'll probably be in school. My mom thinks it's a great idea, but I think her secret agenda is for me to go there (for the fourth time), realize what an opportunity I've missed and have a mental break down. One of my other cousins got into Columbia and everyone did that whole bit of 'Well, Arion got into an Ivy league but decided to be an under achiever and go to a school we can't even pronounce.' It's weird, but not going to Harvard actually kind of haunts me. I have this sneaking suspicion that I would've been miserable there and transferred, but at least I would've tried, you know? Certain family members (i.e. my mother) is holding out hope that I'll go there for grad school, but that just...ain't...happening. GSU, for me baby! But despite this I feel like I've cheated myself out of a great opportunity. Do I LOVE Oglethorpe like a toothless hooker without a gag relax? Yes. But I can't help but imagine what my life could've been like if I would have just sucked up my pride and my intense desire to purposely piss off my parents by taking on a little known school, and just gone, done my time and gotten out with a degree from one of the best schools in the world. Oh, guilt! You are a cruel mistress that will hopefully fuck off after my tenth ( yes tenth) glass of White Marlot. And dad? No matter how hard you try, I will NEVER be a physics major. I mean, seriously? I'm not a huge fan of suicide by ridiculous, mind numbing science classes.