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All I can say is, well, it's over. It's sort of surreal but not in a bad way to be done with high school. For now, at least, there's a distinction to be made between being done with school and done with seeing classmates. I'm really trying not to think about it.
Most people are out and about right now, but I'm home alone, eating pocky and thinking about that diet I always tell myself I'm going to start. Along with the new "where is your ID??" obsession, my mom has taken to hating highways and not letting me either drive on them or be with a friend on them. So I'm sitting here, with my ID, not on the highway. I wish I was hanging out with someone; despite my recent anti-social behaviour, I get lonely really easily, which I don't think my mom understands. Amelie's playing in the background just to create noise.
I've filled out about half of a job application, and I'm supposed to be working on my housing and advising forms for Swarthmore. The housing form is hard because I'm often both of the options provided. For instance, I'd like my room to be "a place to relax or socialize" and a place "to study or sleep," and I study "in silence" and "with music," depending on the assignment. I'm not as black and white as the form assumes I am. The advising form is a series of statements with a 1 to 5 scale where you rank whether you agree or disagree. Some of them, I have honestly no idea about, like whether or not I want to spend 10 hours on extracurriculars a week. And others make me uncomfortable. I mean, it sounds pretty arrogant, especially when considering that I'm going to an insanely good college, to say that "you are confident about your ability to wite successfully at the college level."
I want to go to Starbucks and get a cup of coffee and write in my real journal (which is actually a diary in disguise), but I probably won't.
Most people are out and about right now, but I'm home alone, eating pocky and thinking about that diet I always tell myself I'm going to start. Along with the new "where is your ID??" obsession, my mom has taken to hating highways and not letting me either drive on them or be with a friend on them. So I'm sitting here, with my ID, not on the highway. I wish I was hanging out with someone; despite my recent anti-social behaviour, I get lonely really easily, which I don't think my mom understands. Amelie's playing in the background just to create noise.
I've filled out about half of a job application, and I'm supposed to be working on my housing and advising forms for Swarthmore. The housing form is hard because I'm often both of the options provided. For instance, I'd like my room to be "a place to relax or socialize" and a place "to study or sleep," and I study "in silence" and "with music," depending on the assignment. I'm not as black and white as the form assumes I am. The advising form is a series of statements with a 1 to 5 scale where you rank whether you agree or disagree. Some of them, I have honestly no idea about, like whether or not I want to spend 10 hours on extracurriculars a week. And others make me uncomfortable. I mean, it sounds pretty arrogant, especially when considering that I'm going to an insanely good college, to say that "you are confident about your ability to wite successfully at the college level."
I want to go to Starbucks and get a cup of coffee and write in my real journal (which is actually a diary in disguise), but I probably won't.