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i'm .. back?
no, no. i never left. but god, have i been busy.
i quit my job at the schlot. old dirty bastard died. bush got re-elected (guk). i got a new job at a drug store where i get to work in the photo lab & process one hour photos.
i've begun my applications to: ohio university, the ohio state university, and kent state university. i got my second ACT scores back and i only improved my score by two points. however, i scored a 32 on the writing/English/whatever section. colleges probably don't even look at that. ugh. i'm having heavy doubts that i'll even get accepted anywhere. i have no real desire to go to kent state, but i've been exchanging e-mails with a professor/undergraduate coordinator there. he says since i'm one fucking point away from the necessary ACT score (for kent) i'd be accepted into pre-journalism, and then be declared a journalism major after credit 30 hours, such and such gpa, yadda yadda. the scripps program at ou is impossible. i'm 2 points away from the manditory ACT score, and i fall short of the class percentage requirement (i'm in the top 22% of my class - must be in top 15%). i'm wondering if i should even apply to the journalism school there. i feel helpless. i know these decisions are mine and mine alone, but i feel like i'm going through all of this without help from anyone - mainly my parents. honestly, i think they wouldn't give a damn if i lived at home forever and worked a ho-hum job and lived miserably as i sometimes think they do. my refusal to live that sort of lifestyle is what is driving me to get these things done, though, regardless of whether or not i've got them backing me. once i have sent in all of my applications, fees, transcripts, forms, scores, orders, taken my last exams, etc. ... i will be free from the stresses that senior year has steadily provided me with. i cannot wait.
my sister is now legally licensed to operate a motor vehicle. and wouldn't you know, she gets a car handed to her! i'm glad she's had to work so hard for it! (har har) ah, something good'll come my way, one day.
no, no. i never left. but god, have i been busy.
i quit my job at the schlot. old dirty bastard died. bush got re-elected (guk). i got a new job at a drug store where i get to work in the photo lab & process one hour photos.
i've begun my applications to: ohio university, the ohio state university, and kent state university. i got my second ACT scores back and i only improved my score by two points. however, i scored a 32 on the writing/English/whatever section. colleges probably don't even look at that. ugh. i'm having heavy doubts that i'll even get accepted anywhere. i have no real desire to go to kent state, but i've been exchanging e-mails with a professor/undergraduate coordinator there. he says since i'm one fucking point away from the necessary ACT score (for kent) i'd be accepted into pre-journalism, and then be declared a journalism major after credit 30 hours, such and such gpa, yadda yadda. the scripps program at ou is impossible. i'm 2 points away from the manditory ACT score, and i fall short of the class percentage requirement (i'm in the top 22% of my class - must be in top 15%). i'm wondering if i should even apply to the journalism school there. i feel helpless. i know these decisions are mine and mine alone, but i feel like i'm going through all of this without help from anyone - mainly my parents. honestly, i think they wouldn't give a damn if i lived at home forever and worked a ho-hum job and lived miserably as i sometimes think they do. my refusal to live that sort of lifestyle is what is driving me to get these things done, though, regardless of whether or not i've got them backing me. once i have sent in all of my applications, fees, transcripts, forms, scores, orders, taken my last exams, etc. ... i will be free from the stresses that senior year has steadily provided me with. i cannot wait.
my sister is now legally licensed to operate a motor vehicle. and wouldn't you know, she gets a car handed to her! i'm glad she's had to work so hard for it! (har har) ah, something good'll come my way, one day.