Waaaahoooo!
I LOVE ANN.
Arbor, that is. University of Michigan was absolutely gorgeous. From the outside, the buildings on campus look very gothic and Medieval, like Oxford, but the interiors are new-age and sleek. The dorms were the best I've seen throughout my brother's (in 1998) and my college visitations, complete with a homelike front lobby and more than a fair share of recreational equipment (which is understandable, seeing as tuition is astronomically high). It's not Ivy League, but its undergraduate psychology program is ranked above Harvard, tied with Yale, and second only to Stanford's (where I would hate to go; Ivy League = snotty preps, California = criminally insane).
Also, I've recently discovered that my mom's foreman (foreperson, to be sexually indiscriminate!) is allowing her my first week of spring break OFF! What does this mean?
F-L-O-R-I-D-A!!!
I think shedding the flannel and getting some semblance of pigmentation in my skin will do me some good. I'm definitely a northerner, but occasional doses of tropical weather are more than acceptable.
Unless they decline me beforehand, we'll be stopping at Chapel Hill to visit the University of North Carolina along the way. It's a superb school, but not quite on par with University of Michigan, but if they accept me, it's going to be all but impossible to decline. I've heard that the campus is spectacular (but 6 hours away; eek), so I'm pretty likely to succumb to its attractiveness.
God, I hope they reject me.
Contrary to my last entry, LIFE IS GOOD.
Arbor, that is. University of Michigan was absolutely gorgeous. From the outside, the buildings on campus look very gothic and Medieval, like Oxford, but the interiors are new-age and sleek. The dorms were the best I've seen throughout my brother's (in 1998) and my college visitations, complete with a homelike front lobby and more than a fair share of recreational equipment (which is understandable, seeing as tuition is astronomically high). It's not Ivy League, but its undergraduate psychology program is ranked above Harvard, tied with Yale, and second only to Stanford's (where I would hate to go; Ivy League = snotty preps, California = criminally insane).
Also, I've recently discovered that my mom's foreman (foreperson, to be sexually indiscriminate!) is allowing her my first week of spring break OFF! What does this mean?
F-L-O-R-I-D-A!!!
I think shedding the flannel and getting some semblance of pigmentation in my skin will do me some good. I'm definitely a northerner, but occasional doses of tropical weather are more than acceptable.
Unless they decline me beforehand, we'll be stopping at Chapel Hill to visit the University of North Carolina along the way. It's a superb school, but not quite on par with University of Michigan, but if they accept me, it's going to be all but impossible to decline. I've heard that the campus is spectacular (but 6 hours away; eek), so I'm pretty likely to succumb to its attractiveness.
God, I hope they reject me.
Contrary to my last entry, LIFE IS GOOD.