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Apr 23, 2005 16:37

Well, as some people noticed, I've been gone for the past three days. I took a plane down to North Carolina to check out Wake Forest. I thought it would be a good time to look around because it was "Campus Day" where all could-be-pre-froshies are invited to check out the campus.

Wake Forest in and of itself is an amazing school. The teachers are incredibly dedicated, the courses are really rigorous, you're not bound to a major for a year or two, the campus is absolutely gorgeous, everything is perfectly in place, and I'd definitely be getting a lot of attention.

One thing I noticed however, is there were four people who were different in the entire school. Think of an Abercrombie model with Karol's hair, wearing a striped collared shirt (collar popped), khaki shorts, and sandals and then clone him 3,000 times. Take a blonde, permed, make-upped, Paris Hilton hot, huge titted female, clone her 3,000 times. You now have the entire school population. The four different people were: One Indian kid. Dressed the same way, but he did say hi to me. Two black kids. And me. I was the absolutely only male on the campus with a piercing.

This leaves me with a dilemma. Wake Forest is undoubtedly going to provide me with the best education. I have no doubt in my mind. However, I also would like to have a few friends while I go through college. I don't want to go back into the closet, either. I know I'll have an outstanding time if I go to Boston University, but will I get the same educational experience? And am I just being overly paranoid? Do I have the balls to take the challenge and enroll at Wake Forest? I really don't know right now. I really don't. Muhlenberg didn't give me much money, so I don't know right now. I'm trying to make ends meet and I thought visiting the school would make things easier, but it's just making them more difficult. I'm going to visit BU this week too, so that will, again, make this decision easier or harder. I don't really know right now.

In other news, the bunny died. My grandmother and brothers were taking care of it while I was gone. =\ I didn't talk much about it, but when we found it, it was definitely abandoned by its parents and definitely the runt of the litter. It had a limp, and it had trouble moving. Every once in a while it would just randomly flip itself on its back and start flailing trying to right itself again (it would eventually get itself back on its feet). For this reason, I named it "Trip." We called all sorts of shelters and humane societies for help, and they said we weren't doing anything wrong. The thing was just sick, unhealthy, and I guess we just couldn't save it. It's amazing. I spent the entire night when we found it sitting by the tub and watching it, hoping it would live and make it. I was attached to it already. That's why we're going to give it a burial. I guess it wouldn't make sense. It doesn't even make sense to me. Ah well.

Yeah. So life is not any easier. But I'm alright.
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