love is blind, and i cant see
I just got home from orchestra practice all the way up in Damascus. Had a wonderful time. I wish I knew more people there. But it's nice. The music is lovely. I got a chance to reflect on the half-hour ride back home down 270. College stuff, if you will. I know, I know. Everyone is obsessing about college, and the last thing that YOU need is to hear someone else rant about it as if they are the most important being on earth. Well guess what... I will rant anyway because it is an hour past my bedtime. Boohoo.
So I think it is down to the University of Michigan. I had applied to it not really knowing much about it, except that Mrs. Mockensturm thought it to be the greatest thing since sliced bread. Turns out it might be my home for the next four years. Life likes to get funny that way. The School of Music gave me an okay last friday after a whopping five minutes of deliberation after my audition. (Which means either no other bassists applied or they liked me a lot... I will hope it was the latter.) The psychology program they offer is one of the best in the country as well so I can double major and know that I am getting the best of both worlds. Plus the Honors College seems like an awesome continuation of the Humanities Program.
And guess what... I'm not alone in a sea of 25,000 unknown people. I know Emily. That means that I will only meet 24,999 strangers. Not too bad. Oh... plus I get to live in one of the residences of the School of Music. That means music dorks like myself 24-7. It doesnt get much better than that. I'm telling you.
I still havent enrolled, however, as I will keep all other college options open just in case. I am still eagerly awaiting responses from Harvard and Princeton. But those are iffy at best. I mean a 10% acceptance rate is messed up. That's why I applied to Princeton, which has an acceptance rate of 11%. Its my Ivy League safety, if there is such a thing. Maybe I should have just gone for Columbia, since I have legacy there. But whatever... I can save that for grad school. haha. Grad school. haha. Wont even touch that subject.
Thanks for paying attention folks. You have officially survived the 457,738,687th livejournal entry on the subject of colleges. Cheers to you... and good night.
So I think it is down to the University of Michigan. I had applied to it not really knowing much about it, except that Mrs. Mockensturm thought it to be the greatest thing since sliced bread. Turns out it might be my home for the next four years. Life likes to get funny that way. The School of Music gave me an okay last friday after a whopping five minutes of deliberation after my audition. (Which means either no other bassists applied or they liked me a lot... I will hope it was the latter.) The psychology program they offer is one of the best in the country as well so I can double major and know that I am getting the best of both worlds. Plus the Honors College seems like an awesome continuation of the Humanities Program.
And guess what... I'm not alone in a sea of 25,000 unknown people. I know Emily. That means that I will only meet 24,999 strangers. Not too bad. Oh... plus I get to live in one of the residences of the School of Music. That means music dorks like myself 24-7. It doesnt get much better than that. I'm telling you.
I still havent enrolled, however, as I will keep all other college options open just in case. I am still eagerly awaiting responses from Harvard and Princeton. But those are iffy at best. I mean a 10% acceptance rate is messed up. That's why I applied to Princeton, which has an acceptance rate of 11%. Its my Ivy League safety, if there is such a thing. Maybe I should have just gone for Columbia, since I have legacy there. But whatever... I can save that for grad school. haha. Grad school. haha. Wont even touch that subject.
Thanks for paying attention folks. You have officially survived the 457,738,687th livejournal entry on the subject of colleges. Cheers to you... and good night.