watch me walkin' out that door.
I got my ACT scores in the mail just now. THAT was fast! It's been less than 3 weeks since I took it; however, the base is in Cedar Rapids, so that makes a little sense. Anyway, I received a 31 composite score!!! I had really low expectations for myself after those practice tests, but I was cavalier enough on test day that I guess I didn't stress myself out and therefore did better. I'm a good test taker; I was just really worried I wouldn't do well. The breakdown is 35 English, 33 Science, 30 Reading, and 24 Math (har har). I'm in the 98th percentile and they estimated my high school GPA to be 3.76, which is probably higher than I ever managed to achieve.
I know it's a standardized test and anyone over the age of 25 is going to say/think something like, "Great, kid, but you'll still LOSE AT LIFE." To you, I say: I'm 19 and it feels like an accomplishment to me. It's a fair-enough test of the skills I've gleaned from the 12-year hellhole that is America's public school system. And I don't care about anyone else's idea of winning at life, because I don't WANT to revolve around my career. Obviously nothing expensive and wonderful will be offered to me on a silver platter; why do older people assume people my age don't KNOW that? I know I'll have to scrounge around on a shitty income in a few years and I know I'm also a considerably-well-off middle-class suburbanite teenage girl, but that's an accident of birth, not a definition of the way I look at life or of my personality or mentality. I can adapt, and I plan to make my life enjoyable without having to slave at a job I hate like my father does, or strive for things as pointless as prestige and a $100,000/year income while holding a soul-sucking position as a top lawyer.
That really had nothing to do with anything, but I hate anyone getting holier-than-thou at me. DON'T TRY IT.
I've been up since 5 a.m. I went to bed at 4 p.m. yesterday after staying up for a lightning-fast trip to the doctor (she didn't tell me what I have - she was some stand-in, but I got a 5-day pill regime) and grocery-shopping at SuperTarget. I got a skirt that naturally doesn't fit, and no wonder: I weigh ~170 lbs. now. I guess that once something trigger the weight-gain gene on my dad's side, I'm doomed to a downward spiral of poundage. I want to lose 50-55 pounds in the next year. Good god, that's incredible. It's like I got pregnant with triplets in March and they're never going to be delivered. HEY, KIDS! BEING HAPPY MAKES YOU A LARDASS! (/end PSA) Chips Ahoy! don't help. They're out to get you, too.
It's been depressingly sunny and bright outside and I hate it. This is December, people. DECEMBER, when snow falls and the skies are grey and it's icy and wonderfully miserable outside! I can't move very far south of here or I'll die. I -need- snow in winter.
What are you guys doing for New Year's Eve? I'm probably drinking some Sparkling Cold Duck and watching TV/knitting/playing a board game, maybe, and doing an end-of-2004-type survey. I was keeping track of the books I've read, but I kind of slacked/lost count after 30. I read a lot recently.
Well, there's an update. Hope it kept you amused for a minute or two!
Oh. I'm kind of curious if anybody stalks me. You know, anonymous readers or other LJ users afraid to befriend me. Speak up, my children! Or don't. I don't disillusion myself too much; I know for a fact that fewer than 20 people bother reading this journal (Jesse and Sally never go on LJ anymore, for one thing, and I suspect I bore many of the rest of you).
J.
I know it's a standardized test and anyone over the age of 25 is going to say/think something like, "Great, kid, but you'll still LOSE AT LIFE." To you, I say: I'm 19 and it feels like an accomplishment to me. It's a fair-enough test of the skills I've gleaned from the 12-year hellhole that is America's public school system. And I don't care about anyone else's idea of winning at life, because I don't WANT to revolve around my career. Obviously nothing expensive and wonderful will be offered to me on a silver platter; why do older people assume people my age don't KNOW that? I know I'll have to scrounge around on a shitty income in a few years and I know I'm also a considerably-well-off middle-class suburbanite teenage girl, but that's an accident of birth, not a definition of the way I look at life or of my personality or mentality. I can adapt, and I plan to make my life enjoyable without having to slave at a job I hate like my father does, or strive for things as pointless as prestige and a $100,000/year income while holding a soul-sucking position as a top lawyer.
That really had nothing to do with anything, but I hate anyone getting holier-than-thou at me. DON'T TRY IT.
I've been up since 5 a.m. I went to bed at 4 p.m. yesterday after staying up for a lightning-fast trip to the doctor (she didn't tell me what I have - she was some stand-in, but I got a 5-day pill regime) and grocery-shopping at SuperTarget. I got a skirt that naturally doesn't fit, and no wonder: I weigh ~170 lbs. now. I guess that once something trigger the weight-gain gene on my dad's side, I'm doomed to a downward spiral of poundage. I want to lose 50-55 pounds in the next year. Good god, that's incredible. It's like I got pregnant with triplets in March and they're never going to be delivered. HEY, KIDS! BEING HAPPY MAKES YOU A LARDASS! (/end PSA) Chips Ahoy! don't help. They're out to get you, too.
It's been depressingly sunny and bright outside and I hate it. This is December, people. DECEMBER, when snow falls and the skies are grey and it's icy and wonderfully miserable outside! I can't move very far south of here or I'll die. I -need- snow in winter.
What are you guys doing for New Year's Eve? I'm probably drinking some Sparkling Cold Duck and watching TV/knitting/playing a board game, maybe, and doing an end-of-2004-type survey. I was keeping track of the books I've read, but I kind of slacked/lost count after 30. I read a lot recently.
Well, there's an update. Hope it kept you amused for a minute or two!
Oh. I'm kind of curious if anybody stalks me. You know, anonymous readers or other LJ users afraid to befriend me. Speak up, my children! Or don't. I don't disillusion myself too much; I know for a fact that fewer than 20 people bother reading this journal (Jesse and Sally never go on LJ anymore, for one thing, and I suspect I bore many of the rest of you).
J.