And all you see is where else you could be when you're at home
I haven't ceased to write entries because there's very little going on in my life, so much as that there's so much going on that by the time I get to LiveJournal, there's something new. And now, trying to think what to write, I really don't know. I've been quite irritable and depressed the past few days, but I don't want to talk about the reason for that because it pertains to someone here, so it's rather rude to discuss without permission. I don't really know what to do about that, and it has me frustrated with myself and the situation and just...everything.
The college census is in: I'm going to Yale. I don't know if I'm getting aid because, despite months and months of pestering by me, Dad's tax returns were only sent this week, and I'm the one who had to Fed-Ex them. Needless to say, I'm not happy about this. Though I am happy about where I'm going. For all my stress, the only college to reject me was Stanford. My parents insist it was only because I didn't want to go there, but I believe I'd have been rejected anyway. Of course, I wasn't expecting anywhere near as many acceptances as I got.
My dad eventually congratulated me on my acceptance. He admitted that in all the "scholarship confusion," he hasn't congratulated me on anything except the full scholarship. To wit, his responses to my acceptances:
American University, full scholarship: screaming excitement
Occidental College: "tell them they have to give you full scholarship, all four years" (Occidental does not offer full scholarships, and they gave me the highest scholarship that they do offer)
Wesleyan University: "but you're going to AU, right?"
Pomona College: "only if they give you scholarship." And later, "guaranteed all four years."
Yale University: "are they giving you scholarship?" And then, "maybe you can go to Yale for law school."
This would be understandable from my mom, but for the man whose greatest financial contribution to my life has been my iPhone, it was so tempting to just say, "Dad, if you don't want to pay my tuition, don't pay my tuition." No one except the Yale Office of Financial Aid is expecting him to, anyway.
On a totally unrelated note, it is my mom's birthday party today. I'm sad Flo is in Baltimore, but I'm going with Nikki. I love the dress I'm wearing, and that never happens. Now I'm torn between two possible prom dresses. If I can even go to prom. :(
The college census is in: I'm going to Yale. I don't know if I'm getting aid because, despite months and months of pestering by me, Dad's tax returns were only sent this week, and I'm the one who had to Fed-Ex them. Needless to say, I'm not happy about this. Though I am happy about where I'm going. For all my stress, the only college to reject me was Stanford. My parents insist it was only because I didn't want to go there, but I believe I'd have been rejected anyway. Of course, I wasn't expecting anywhere near as many acceptances as I got.
My dad eventually congratulated me on my acceptance. He admitted that in all the "scholarship confusion," he hasn't congratulated me on anything except the full scholarship. To wit, his responses to my acceptances:
American University, full scholarship: screaming excitement
Occidental College: "tell them they have to give you full scholarship, all four years" (Occidental does not offer full scholarships, and they gave me the highest scholarship that they do offer)
Wesleyan University: "but you're going to AU, right?"
Pomona College: "only if they give you scholarship." And later, "guaranteed all four years."
Yale University: "are they giving you scholarship?" And then, "maybe you can go to Yale for law school."
This would be understandable from my mom, but for the man whose greatest financial contribution to my life has been my iPhone, it was so tempting to just say, "Dad, if you don't want to pay my tuition, don't pay my tuition." No one except the Yale Office of Financial Aid is expecting him to, anyway.
On a totally unrelated note, it is my mom's birthday party today. I'm sad Flo is in Baltimore, but I'm going with Nikki. I love the dress I'm wearing, and that never happens. Now I'm torn between two possible prom dresses. If I can even go to prom. :(