Did anyone else read . . .
. . . "Advanced Resume Enhancement" in the Washington Post Magazine? It's about high school students who take pre-college courses at places like JHU and Harvard. Programs are a few weeks long and cost from about one to five thousand dollars, with classes focusing on like medical studies or engineering. The article focuses on a 17 year old girl who studied a cadaver at JHU. The main point is basically to give students an edge in getting into colleges, to make them stand out from other students who simply take AP or IB.
I. Am. So. Freaking. Jealous.
Life would be so lovely if my parents had more money. I remember looking through that catalog I got last spring, about some leadership institute. I briefly really wanted to take a class in diplomatic or international relations studies or whatever it was, but I knew that there was no way we could've afforded it. Bryan Henning went, and I'm super-jealous. I also really wanted to return to the JHU summer programs for the third summer, but my parents made just a little bit more money the year before, and we were offered significantly less financial aid.
Ok, fine, I'll stop whining and talk about something else now . . .
I'm seeing Scary Movie 3 with Huy tomorrow, yay.
Work sucks. But I need the money. Or just want it. Whatever.
Oh, right. I got my report card today. Nothing's unexpected, cept for chem. I *heart* Mr. Fred! :) My mom's like, "Đỏ qủa vảy!" (<--- Do the accents look right to you, Huy?) (Terrible/horrible/you're such a stupid retard.) But whatever, it's like my mom's opinion has ever mattered. I know what I did wrong this quarter, and I just need to try harder next quarter. Yes, I AM pissed off, but I've pretty much accepted it. Cuz I know that I didn't try my best first quarter, and I'm not going to pretend like I did and that my teachers are totally unfair. (Well, Mme. Rudney was pretty unfair . . .) But I'm just not going to be overly dramatic like a certain someone *ahem* HOWARD!
It's here. That inevitable piece of paper that determines my value as a human being. Those seven letters. Behind each one, prespiration; sleepless nights; meal-less lunches; headaches; emotional distress. It's all here.
Again I ask, what is to become of me? ::exhale::
Perspiration? Gym wasn't even that hard this quarter. Howard, you crack me up. :)
And a note to Tenzin: Ah, my dear Tenzin, you worry too much. Howard isn't always right, you know, and this is one of those times. :-D
I. Am. So. Freaking. Jealous.
Life would be so lovely if my parents had more money. I remember looking through that catalog I got last spring, about some leadership institute. I briefly really wanted to take a class in diplomatic or international relations studies or whatever it was, but I knew that there was no way we could've afforded it. Bryan Henning went, and I'm super-jealous. I also really wanted to return to the JHU summer programs for the third summer, but my parents made just a little bit more money the year before, and we were offered significantly less financial aid.
Ok, fine, I'll stop whining and talk about something else now . . .
I'm seeing Scary Movie 3 with Huy tomorrow, yay.
Work sucks. But I need the money. Or just want it. Whatever.
Oh, right. I got my report card today. Nothing's unexpected, cept for chem. I *heart* Mr. Fred! :) My mom's like, "Đỏ qủa vảy!" (<--- Do the accents look right to you, Huy?) (Terrible/horrible/you're such a stupid retard.) But whatever, it's like my mom's opinion has ever mattered. I know what I did wrong this quarter, and I just need to try harder next quarter. Yes, I AM pissed off, but I've pretty much accepted it. Cuz I know that I didn't try my best first quarter, and I'm not going to pretend like I did and that my teachers are totally unfair. (Well, Mme. Rudney was pretty unfair . . .) But I'm just not going to be overly dramatic like a certain someone *ahem* HOWARD!
It's here. That inevitable piece of paper that determines my value as a human being. Those seven letters. Behind each one, prespiration; sleepless nights; meal-less lunches; headaches; emotional distress. It's all here.
Again I ask, what is to become of me? ::exhale::
Perspiration? Gym wasn't even that hard this quarter. Howard, you crack me up. :)
And a note to Tenzin: Ah, my dear Tenzin, you worry too much. Howard isn't always right, you know, and this is one of those times. :-D