CATCHUP!
I AM A GRADUATE!!!
That's pretty much why I haven't posted in a while.10 weeks, it's been!
And I had no idea that senior year could cost so much!
I will be attending Wright State in the fall. Carnegie Mellon did reject me, but their letter actually made me feel better about myself. It said something like, "We had so much talent to choose from, and just because a student isn't accepted here, doesn't mean that the student will not succeed in any theatre program they choose."
I was accepted to Columbia College: Chicago, but they didn't give me any money, (they gave me a loan. Whoo.) and it's 35,000 for tuition. So, no. I am happy with my choice. There are so many benefits!
Full tuition paid, so I only have to pay 8,000 a year.
An hour and a half from home.
My friend and I are going to be roomies!
My best friend from middle school is going!
There are local theatres in the area where I can get jobs.
The theatre faculty was the nicest of them all.
Only 70 students in the program.
Both of my older cousins went there a couple years ago. (one worked in the deans office.)
They have this tunnel system that is sweet! So during the winter, I only have to go outside to get to my dorm!
I am officially a scholarship whore. And my Mom is my pimp. Seriously. My church is giving me a scholarship, but I'm the first candidate that is properly going through the process. So they're like, "Oh, by the way, can you come up with a recommendation out your butt by Friday?" Next week: "Can you give us a sealed transcript, too?"
Mom: You have to write a speech.
Me: What? I didn't know about this!
Mom: I told you two weeks ago.
Me: You told me at graduation time! Like I was really paying attention. Was this in the letter?
Mom: No. They told your grandmother to tell you, so she told me--
Me: Are you serious!!!
It's like they know I'm not going to say no, so they're coming up with all this stuff for me to to do in a very unprofessional manner. And they're not adgknowledging that they are being unprofessional. Why do should I call the head of the committee to say what to speak about when she came to my grad party days earlier? And I'm supposed to grin and bear it. I'm a scholarship whore.
My grad party was fun, though. I got lots of cash. Cash is good for future college student. We had some dancing, and a few of my friends came. Black folks have a tendency to absorb air conditioning and radiate heat. We're weird like that. That's what happened at graduation. We were in that hot arena at Ohio State, and they had the air on, but there had been graduation after graduation. So I was singing:
"No Air" (Aziza style)
How do you expect me
to graduate in this heat?
And my hair is sweating out
it's getting so darn nappy!
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air.
Can't walk, can't breathe with no air.
An ambulance is parked out there.
No air, no air.
But it was nice and short. I was one of the first to get my diploma because the choir had to sing, and Mom said that when the names of the first 11 people were called, (the choir) everyone was screaming so loud she couldn't hear what was said about me. There were 12 valedictorians, and I was the only African-American female, in addition to being the second-highest ranking African-American. So I got a pretty medal! YAY pretty medal!!!
For the record, I'm really hype about voting this November! Obama '08!!!!
Okay dokey. There's my catch up. When someone (cuts mean eyes at Mom) decides to get my prom pics on a CD, maybe I can upload a couple. Because prom was an experience that needs a separate entry altogether. :)
That's pretty much why I haven't posted in a while.10 weeks, it's been!
And I had no idea that senior year could cost so much!
I will be attending Wright State in the fall. Carnegie Mellon did reject me, but their letter actually made me feel better about myself. It said something like, "We had so much talent to choose from, and just because a student isn't accepted here, doesn't mean that the student will not succeed in any theatre program they choose."
I was accepted to Columbia College: Chicago, but they didn't give me any money, (they gave me a loan. Whoo.) and it's 35,000 for tuition. So, no. I am happy with my choice. There are so many benefits!
Full tuition paid, so I only have to pay 8,000 a year.
An hour and a half from home.
My friend and I are going to be roomies!
My best friend from middle school is going!
There are local theatres in the area where I can get jobs.
The theatre faculty was the nicest of them all.
Only 70 students in the program.
Both of my older cousins went there a couple years ago. (one worked in the deans office.)
They have this tunnel system that is sweet! So during the winter, I only have to go outside to get to my dorm!
I am officially a scholarship whore. And my Mom is my pimp. Seriously. My church is giving me a scholarship, but I'm the first candidate that is properly going through the process. So they're like, "Oh, by the way, can you come up with a recommendation out your butt by Friday?" Next week: "Can you give us a sealed transcript, too?"
Mom: You have to write a speech.
Me: What? I didn't know about this!
Mom: I told you two weeks ago.
Me: You told me at graduation time! Like I was really paying attention. Was this in the letter?
Mom: No. They told your grandmother to tell you, so she told me--
Me: Are you serious!!!
It's like they know I'm not going to say no, so they're coming up with all this stuff for me to to do in a very unprofessional manner. And they're not adgknowledging that they are being unprofessional. Why do should I call the head of the committee to say what to speak about when she came to my grad party days earlier? And I'm supposed to grin and bear it. I'm a scholarship whore.
My grad party was fun, though. I got lots of cash. Cash is good for future college student. We had some dancing, and a few of my friends came. Black folks have a tendency to absorb air conditioning and radiate heat. We're weird like that. That's what happened at graduation. We were in that hot arena at Ohio State, and they had the air on, but there had been graduation after graduation. So I was singing:
"No Air" (Aziza style)
How do you expect me
to graduate in this heat?
And my hair is sweating out
it's getting so darn nappy!
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air.
Can't walk, can't breathe with no air.
An ambulance is parked out there.
No air, no air.
But it was nice and short. I was one of the first to get my diploma because the choir had to sing, and Mom said that when the names of the first 11 people were called, (the choir) everyone was screaming so loud she couldn't hear what was said about me. There were 12 valedictorians, and I was the only African-American female, in addition to being the second-highest ranking African-American. So I got a pretty medal! YAY pretty medal!!!
For the record, I'm really hype about voting this November! Obama '08!!!!
Okay dokey. There's my catch up. When someone (cuts mean eyes at Mom) decides to get my prom pics on a CD, maybe I can upload a couple. Because prom was an experience that needs a separate entry altogether. :)