I'm just a little girl, I'm Raggedy Ann
I always hate to be around my mother's friends. They all see this wonderful women....and see me as the petulant child. And to be fair, I admit I play the part at times.
Driving in the car with my mom and her boss was like...I don't know, working a double on the popper all the time with one 30 minute break. And even that scenario would have been preferable. I went through two sets of batteries and listened to CD after CD to drown them out. But some thing sI couldn't drown out.
And again like in New York, I heard more about how my mom hates my dad. They had me to concrete the marriage. Then to keep it firm they planned Patrick's birth. The miscarriage is what ruined everything. Had that girl been born....I don't know. A bad marriage can't be saved but it might have lasted longer. *sigh*
The first night in NC was great. We shopped and watched "The Wedding Date" which was just humourous enough for me to forget what was going on.
The next morning was hard.
I haven't sorted through all of my college issues. So truly honestly, in a perfect world where I have enough money for any college in the world....I myself am not exactly sure where I would choose to go. It's an issue of comfort vs what I need. I'm comfortable here, for sure....but, perhaps getting out and two states away would help me move on.
Anyway, I wasn't exactly nervous going into this simply because I know I have backups. If all else fails I have West GA, ya know? So...I wasn't nervous but I was worried I guess.
My mom was a basket case.
The interviews were done a la Apprentice.
Three "Judges" across the tables, six kids on the other side. Now the six kids were all awesome. We'd just spent the past hour being hearded around like cattle, and consequently mooing....cause we're all whacko intelligent people like that.
The history head lady that I met last time was asking the questions. That was nice.
As an overview before for I anal-lize all my answers:
I rambled. A lot. But I made people laugh. Which to me, even if I don't make it at least I calmed the others with laughter before they had to answer, ya know?
I forgot my thread. Which goes with rambling. But I'd get halfway through the answer and not remember the question. I rock.
I didn't know who to address. Consequently, my eyes were all over. The window, Ms. Huff (Question Person), the other two judges, my hands. *shrug*
First question was Why Lenoir-Rhyne.
I rambled about the pictures I'd fallen in love with. History. Fun
Double points off for totally having no clue what I was on about.
I can't remeber the order of the next questions so....
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
I said still learning, reading, passing it on whether giving tours at a museum or walking down the street randomly spouting facts. *crowd laughs*
Most influential person:
My mom. *dies* It was all I could think of and if you take her public side she truly is remarkable. Talked about how she gets life stories from people just because she listens
There was another question. Can't remember what it was. And then the Group discussion on scial issues. We stuck pretty solidly with poverty/today's culture fostering laziness. Fun.
I wish I knew where I wanted to go. I wish that God would just whisper in my ear, hey youd be great here.
Like the Sorting Hat. Only...more....big.
I wanted to rant on about this, But i ran out of steam. Suffice to say that KT is just as confused as she ever was.
February 25th will be the deciding day. No scholarship=No L-R.
Scholarship=LR...and possibly a mistake. But how could it be a mistake with such a wonderful environment?
I give up.
Driving in the car with my mom and her boss was like...I don't know, working a double on the popper all the time with one 30 minute break. And even that scenario would have been preferable. I went through two sets of batteries and listened to CD after CD to drown them out. But some thing sI couldn't drown out.
And again like in New York, I heard more about how my mom hates my dad. They had me to concrete the marriage. Then to keep it firm they planned Patrick's birth. The miscarriage is what ruined everything. Had that girl been born....I don't know. A bad marriage can't be saved but it might have lasted longer. *sigh*
The first night in NC was great. We shopped and watched "The Wedding Date" which was just humourous enough for me to forget what was going on.
The next morning was hard.
I haven't sorted through all of my college issues. So truly honestly, in a perfect world where I have enough money for any college in the world....I myself am not exactly sure where I would choose to go. It's an issue of comfort vs what I need. I'm comfortable here, for sure....but, perhaps getting out and two states away would help me move on.
Anyway, I wasn't exactly nervous going into this simply because I know I have backups. If all else fails I have West GA, ya know? So...I wasn't nervous but I was worried I guess.
My mom was a basket case.
The interviews were done a la Apprentice.
Three "Judges" across the tables, six kids on the other side. Now the six kids were all awesome. We'd just spent the past hour being hearded around like cattle, and consequently mooing....cause we're all whacko intelligent people like that.
The history head lady that I met last time was asking the questions. That was nice.
As an overview before for I anal-lize all my answers:
I rambled. A lot. But I made people laugh. Which to me, even if I don't make it at least I calmed the others with laughter before they had to answer, ya know?
I forgot my thread. Which goes with rambling. But I'd get halfway through the answer and not remember the question. I rock.
I didn't know who to address. Consequently, my eyes were all over. The window, Ms. Huff (Question Person), the other two judges, my hands. *shrug*
First question was Why Lenoir-Rhyne.
I rambled about the pictures I'd fallen in love with. History. Fun
Double points off for totally having no clue what I was on about.
I can't remeber the order of the next questions so....
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
I said still learning, reading, passing it on whether giving tours at a museum or walking down the street randomly spouting facts. *crowd laughs*
Most influential person:
My mom. *dies* It was all I could think of and if you take her public side she truly is remarkable. Talked about how she gets life stories from people just because she listens
There was another question. Can't remember what it was. And then the Group discussion on scial issues. We stuck pretty solidly with poverty/today's culture fostering laziness. Fun.
I wish I knew where I wanted to go. I wish that God would just whisper in my ear, hey youd be great here.
Like the Sorting Hat. Only...more....big.
I wanted to rant on about this, But i ran out of steam. Suffice to say that KT is just as confused as she ever was.
February 25th will be the deciding day. No scholarship=No L-R.
Scholarship=LR...and possibly a mistake. But how could it be a mistake with such a wonderful environment?
I give up.