Applying to Vanderbilt, Wisdom Teeth ...
The Vanderbilt application is due March 1st. It was due January 3rd if I were applying under Early Decision (meaning, if they accepted me, I promised I would attend.)
A friend of the family, professor and teacher, read the essays, and told me if I submitted them as they are (linked to in the previous post), that she "guarantee[s me I] will be rejected."
So she's taking a red pen to them for grammatical mistakes, and I'm rewriting them ... I had thought casual stories were acceptable; she says otherwise. They want formal, concise statements, and so on ...
She also talked me out of going there, more or less. Unless I can at a comparable cost (which is unlikely), there doesn't seem to be any reason for me to attend. I had thought the increased standards for acceptance (smarter students overall) implied a better education. She tells me this is a myth, and that for undergraduate schools, the material is the same regardless of where you study.
$73 spent rashly ($50 for the application, $23 to have collegeboard.com mail Vanderbilt my PROFILE application), and it bothers me to say "at least I learned something." -_-;
I got all four wisdom teeth removed today. Arrived for surgery at 7:52 (seven minutes late -- my younger brother, who first had to be dropped off at high school, overslept), and I was later amazed at how quickly I fell asleep when they applied the anaesthesia (or whatever it was that knocked me out). I asked, "How long will this take to knock me out?"
"A few minutes."
... that was seriously the last thing I remember. I don't even remember falling asleep.
My sister woke up four times when she had her wisdom teeth removed. I was wondering how I would fare, as we are so very much alike. (We get it from our mother's side, as she has a different father.) I woke up once, felt Dr. Jaffery tugging on my tooth -- a pressure, not a pain -- and attempted to ask him what he was doing. It was a mental thing -- I don't think I said anything -- but I think I moved my arm (or at least I tried to while I attempted to speak); I was immediately out again.
I then remember walking up to the house and getting annoyed at my parents holding my arms. "I'm awake, I can walk," I said incoherently. I tried to shake them off, and promptly fell. I think my dad grabbed me before I fell. Or maybe I dreamed the entire thing.
I woke up at 1:47 or 2:00 pm. The pain was very bad; I demanded pain relief, but mom insisted I try some grape juice and a little soup (broth / few noodles) before she'd give it to me, as I might throw up ... I downed it, demanded the medication, she was busy doing something else, I got out of bed and began walking to the kitchen. Nick came downstairs and heard me complaining to Mom. "Dude, just take some pain killers and go back to bed."
"I want to, but she won't $&#*ing give them to me," I said crossly.
She finally gave them to me, I went back to sleep around 3 pm, woke back up at 7:45 pm.
I slept the majority of the day away, partially because there was nothing else for me to do -- they required I lay in bed. About 8 pm I convinced Mom to give me my laptop (on a lapdesk), and have since been websurfing (chess/news/chatting/emulator games) for the past eight hours.
I don't want to go back to sleep, but there doesn't seem to be much else to do. (I'd rather go to sleep while the icepack is still cold, too.)
A friend of the family, professor and teacher, read the essays, and told me if I submitted them as they are (linked to in the previous post), that she "guarantee[s me I] will be rejected."
So she's taking a red pen to them for grammatical mistakes, and I'm rewriting them ... I had thought casual stories were acceptable; she says otherwise. They want formal, concise statements, and so on ...
She also talked me out of going there, more or less. Unless I can at a comparable cost (which is unlikely), there doesn't seem to be any reason for me to attend. I had thought the increased standards for acceptance (smarter students overall) implied a better education. She tells me this is a myth, and that for undergraduate schools, the material is the same regardless of where you study.
$73 spent rashly ($50 for the application, $23 to have collegeboard.com mail Vanderbilt my PROFILE application), and it bothers me to say "at least I learned something." -_-;
I got all four wisdom teeth removed today. Arrived for surgery at 7:52 (seven minutes late -- my younger brother, who first had to be dropped off at high school, overslept), and I was later amazed at how quickly I fell asleep when they applied the anaesthesia (or whatever it was that knocked me out). I asked, "How long will this take to knock me out?"
"A few minutes."
... that was seriously the last thing I remember. I don't even remember falling asleep.
My sister woke up four times when she had her wisdom teeth removed. I was wondering how I would fare, as we are so very much alike. (We get it from our mother's side, as she has a different father.) I woke up once, felt Dr. Jaffery tugging on my tooth -- a pressure, not a pain -- and attempted to ask him what he was doing. It was a mental thing -- I don't think I said anything -- but I think I moved my arm (or at least I tried to while I attempted to speak); I was immediately out again.
I then remember walking up to the house and getting annoyed at my parents holding my arms. "I'm awake, I can walk," I said incoherently. I tried to shake them off, and promptly fell. I think my dad grabbed me before I fell. Or maybe I dreamed the entire thing.
I woke up at 1:47 or 2:00 pm. The pain was very bad; I demanded pain relief, but mom insisted I try some grape juice and a little soup (broth / few noodles) before she'd give it to me, as I might throw up ... I downed it, demanded the medication, she was busy doing something else, I got out of bed and began walking to the kitchen. Nick came downstairs and heard me complaining to Mom. "Dude, just take some pain killers and go back to bed."
"I want to, but she won't $&#*ing give them to me," I said crossly.
She finally gave them to me, I went back to sleep around 3 pm, woke back up at 7:45 pm.
I slept the majority of the day away, partially because there was nothing else for me to do -- they required I lay in bed. About 8 pm I convinced Mom to give me my laptop (on a lapdesk), and have since been websurfing (chess/news/chatting/emulator games) for the past eight hours.
I don't want to go back to sleep, but there doesn't seem to be much else to do. (I'd rather go to sleep while the icepack is still cold, too.)