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I love books. Just thought I'd mention that. They're so unbelievably earth-changing. My sister and I had a good conversation last night about books that make us cry (she'd just finished A Tale of Two Cities). And today in TOK I'm probably writing an essay about why literature can tell the truth better than other arts or areas of knowledge. Other areas of knowledge I can understand, but it's other arts I'm going to have problems with.
I randomly decided to look up the anthology that I could've gotten published in on Amazon. I felt a little better about myself because there are only 10 stories in the entire book. Of those ten only two thirds are student work. Seven stories picked from writers around the globe -- because also, apparently, this was really an international competition, and not just something on a smaller scale. Apparently, there were thousands of entries? Maybe? To boost my ego?
And apparently, I'm being listed in the book as a runner up. Really, that's pretty cool. It's pretty damn amazing. I feel better about myself and the world today, because of that, and because I just realized that I can put this on my Stanford application supplement. What new awards have you received? An honorable mention in a published anthology. Only thing more kickass would have been getting Julie to write me a letter of rec. That'd show 'em. Except Matt knowd me better, and since I only get one optional letter, I think I made a good choice.
But to start this where I began: books are glorious. Sometime later I'll have to make up a list of the bestest books ever. And I'll have to figure out whether or not I'm doing the "read 52 books in 52 weeks" thing. Because I wanted to do it, but I haven't been keeping up with it? Oh well. Life has so much in store for me.
I randomly decided to look up the anthology that I could've gotten published in on Amazon. I felt a little better about myself because there are only 10 stories in the entire book. Of those ten only two thirds are student work. Seven stories picked from writers around the globe -- because also, apparently, this was really an international competition, and not just something on a smaller scale. Apparently, there were thousands of entries? Maybe? To boost my ego?
And apparently, I'm being listed in the book as a runner up. Really, that's pretty cool. It's pretty damn amazing. I feel better about myself and the world today, because of that, and because I just realized that I can put this on my Stanford application supplement. What new awards have you received? An honorable mention in a published anthology. Only thing more kickass would have been getting Julie to write me a letter of rec. That'd show 'em. Except Matt knowd me better, and since I only get one optional letter, I think I made a good choice.
But to start this where I began: books are glorious. Sometime later I'll have to make up a list of the bestest books ever. And I'll have to figure out whether or not I'm doing the "read 52 books in 52 weeks" thing. Because I wanted to do it, but I haven't been keeping up with it? Oh well. Life has so much in store for me.