Well, I am.
Hello!
It's been 10 weeks since my last confession entry. Wow, that's a long time. Well, not really, seeing as I'm not much of the avid poster anymore.
It's a Monday night, and I'm procrastinating. Like many a Smithie, I suppose. I have this paper due that's on a lab research I did in CHILDES. It should be a fairly simple paper to write, except that I have to include all these hypotheses and conclusions, and la ti da, whatever else. Italy and Italian did not gear me for any of this. What will I do when I get to grad school?!
Speaking of that heinous devil:
I've decided to apply to Tufts. Now hold of on the applause/congratulations. Please, please do, because it makes me even panickier. Not a word, don't care.
Is it bad that what I'm most concerned about is what sort of a cappella group I could join once I'm there? It probably means I should be going into music, rather than studying Child Development and Psychology, but... how does one even go about that? I've had no formal training in music, except for Choir, voice lessons at boarding school and piano lessons. I'd get pretty much nowhere.
Not to mention that I'm trying to arrange "Step Into My Office, Baby," and it's giving me a hell of a time.
Boy, am I going to miss a cappella. I think about it every single day. It's not helping my State of Panic, I can tell you that.
Did I mention that I'm meant to be writing this paper? Well, I am. I just got off the phone with Teresa who helped me out with how I'm supposed to write this report/paper (she actually just pointed me in the direction of Moodle, where the instructions were all along... what would I do without that girl?!). Now I'm just... thinking about it. Actually, clearly, I'm just writing an entry for no apparent reason than to blather.
Senior year has been nonexistent on both the live and dead journals. That's a pity, what'll I look back upon?
Oh, so the reason I'm updating to begin with: I was just talking to Ashley about a dream I had and she mentioned a dream she had, in which she had The Longest Hug in History. Which prompted me to think that I should write a children's book called The Longest Hug in History. That's right, folks, you heard/read it here, first.
Let's see THAT happen, ha.
I think I'll actually get to this paper now. Oh, wait, I also wanted to say that my options for post-Smith are these:
Tufts
UCLA
Student Affairs/ResLife at some college, hopefully one of the above, or another in New England (I kind of love Mass...)
Student Affairs/ResLife while going to Grad school (most likely at the same school)
So there's me. Now all I have to do is take my GRE, get recommendations from Marge and Alfonso and/or Hannah, and... apply. Oh boy. Here comes the Panic again...
Okay, now's time for the paper.
Is anyone there?
~ Na
It's been 10 weeks since my last confession entry. Wow, that's a long time. Well, not really, seeing as I'm not much of the avid poster anymore.
It's a Monday night, and I'm procrastinating. Like many a Smithie, I suppose. I have this paper due that's on a lab research I did in CHILDES. It should be a fairly simple paper to write, except that I have to include all these hypotheses and conclusions, and la ti da, whatever else. Italy and Italian did not gear me for any of this. What will I do when I get to grad school?!
Speaking of that heinous devil:
I've decided to apply to Tufts. Now hold of on the applause/congratulations. Please, please do, because it makes me even panickier. Not a word, don't care.
Is it bad that what I'm most concerned about is what sort of a cappella group I could join once I'm there? It probably means I should be going into music, rather than studying Child Development and Psychology, but... how does one even go about that? I've had no formal training in music, except for Choir, voice lessons at boarding school and piano lessons. I'd get pretty much nowhere.
Not to mention that I'm trying to arrange "Step Into My Office, Baby," and it's giving me a hell of a time.
Boy, am I going to miss a cappella. I think about it every single day. It's not helping my State of Panic, I can tell you that.
Did I mention that I'm meant to be writing this paper? Well, I am. I just got off the phone with Teresa who helped me out with how I'm supposed to write this report/paper (she actually just pointed me in the direction of Moodle, where the instructions were all along... what would I do without that girl?!). Now I'm just... thinking about it. Actually, clearly, I'm just writing an entry for no apparent reason than to blather.
Senior year has been nonexistent on both the live and dead journals. That's a pity, what'll I look back upon?
Oh, so the reason I'm updating to begin with: I was just talking to Ashley about a dream I had and she mentioned a dream she had, in which she had The Longest Hug in History. Which prompted me to think that I should write a children's book called The Longest Hug in History. That's right, folks, you heard/read it here, first.
Let's see THAT happen, ha.
I think I'll actually get to this paper now. Oh, wait, I also wanted to say that my options for post-Smith are these:
Tufts
UCLA
Student Affairs/ResLife at some college, hopefully one of the above, or another in New England (I kind of love Mass...)
Student Affairs/ResLife while going to Grad school (most likely at the same school)
So there's me. Now all I have to do is take my GRE, get recommendations from Marge and Alfonso and/or Hannah, and... apply. Oh boy. Here comes the Panic again...
Okay, now's time for the paper.
Is anyone there?
~ Na