A) Class registration at Bard is, in Mike's words, "like a scavenger hunt in a bureaucratic dystopia run by Sylvester McMonkey McBean". Flynn did warn me. Managed to get the following (two of which were my first choice. Really didn't want a Lit class on top of my FySem because that is a terrifying amount of reading, but every single art history, ( Read more... )

That Italy post is still coming, I promise! But first, Bard.

It's completely unbelievable to me that I've only been here two weeks. Firstly, that doesn't make any sense for the connections I've made. I thought that friendships didn't blossom this fast anywhere but Wayfinder. But two weeks in and I've already found the other two points of my triangle ( Read more... )

I have gotten many letters in the past weeks that greatly affected my future.

Firstly there were the rejection letters from Oberlin and Swarthmore. Neither was entirely unexpected, but both were sobering. I suppose they made my choices easier, in some ways.

Second was the letter from Bard saying I was accepted. I have gotten nothing more from them ( Read more... )

Monday I got up, had breakfast, quietly panicked, found a camera, took pictures of hats and masks, packed, and left for Pittsburgh with my mother to start on our great Ohio college tour (which consisted of two schools).

There's something about a road trip, I think, something about the endlessness of the road ahead, that makes conversation freer and ( Read more... )

Yesterday I applied to the University of Pittburgh.

Today I planted some grape hyacinths in the front bank.


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So I might not be camping this weekend! The weather looks awful and from my lovely vantage point of my couch by my fire with my tea and my chocolate it's not lookin' likely ( Read more... )

This is vaguely how I'm going to try to organize myself for a few weeks (until Nano, at least, which will probably play all hell with me). Not going to school means that I lose days, sometimes, and don't get anything done at all, and that's not alright anymore.

Monday: This is the only day that I work, lately, which SUCKS, but anyway. Work, write ( Read more... )