i almost died drinking milk today.
Today I had Senior pictures. I'm afraid that I will end up looking demonic with one of those scary faces because seriously, they make you sit there for 20 seconds holding a forced smile. My cheek muscles aren't that strong. I also have a newfound appreciation for models. Even though I only had to do basic poses (mostly cheesy), the photographer had to direct me multiple times before I even understood what he wanted me to do.
[blunder number one]
"Soft smile this time."
Shilpa: [does "soft smile"].
Dude: [looks at camera and makes a face] This time a little less "sad."
[blunder number two]
"Put your back against the wall, now turn, no turn the other way, yeah now move your shoulder to this side, and kill yourself for not being able to do simple poses!"
Well, it's not my fault. Clearly I have an innate sense of modeling, but he was just stupid and couldn't properly explain what he wanted. Yeah. Pssht. I will still be on a Calvin Klein billboard one day!
Anyway, first yearbook meeting today. Mr. Wojtyla told me the dreaded words I did not want to hear. "You just have to be a leader." I was never a leader, per se, but I still have faith in myself. I don't like correcting people; I'd rather just fix it myself. I don't have patience to explain how everything works and what to tell them. When people confess that they are bad at something and their words are in fact the truth, it's hard for me to comfort/motivate them. People say that passivity doesn't bring people happiness, and it probably doesn't, but I've fallen into a lull of it. Oh high school. I feel better. I think I just like being prepared.
Driving to school today, I finally took it all in. I am a Senior. I'm not an awkward and desperate freshman. I've moved past the "new girl" sophomore phase. I've completed junior year, the supposed toughest year of high school, with my highest year-round gpa. Technically, I should be ready for college at this point, and I think I am. My dad says IU - Bloomington, which is only ranked 13 for biggest party schools now according to the Princeton Review. My mom says Northwestern because she doesn't want me leaving to become a reality. My brother says NYU because it was his unfulfilled dream. And lastly, my heart says UMich, a fine mix of raging school spirit and screaming "GO BLUE!", amazing academics, and perfect little college town. A football team. I've never experienced the great wonder of having a football team. I mean, come on, Nichols didn't count.
But I guess we'll see what happens. I'm happy for my Senior year. I hope it doesn't go by too fast, and I hope there aren't any regrets. oh-seven?!
Also, I need to stop facebook whoring. I was about to comment on Ashwin's latest entry and say something like "LOL I BROKE YOUR CHERRY~!" because I was going to be the first person to comment. Ew. Livejournal > Facebook. Seriously.
[blunder number one]
"Soft smile this time."
Shilpa: [does "soft smile"].
Dude: [looks at camera and makes a face] This time a little less "sad."
[blunder number two]
"Put your back against the wall, now turn, no turn the other way, yeah now move your shoulder to this side, and kill yourself for not being able to do simple poses!"
Well, it's not my fault. Clearly I have an innate sense of modeling, but he was just stupid and couldn't properly explain what he wanted. Yeah. Pssht. I will still be on a Calvin Klein billboard one day!
Anyway, first yearbook meeting today. Mr. Wojtyla told me the dreaded words I did not want to hear. "You just have to be a leader." I was never a leader, per se, but I still have faith in myself. I don't like correcting people; I'd rather just fix it myself. I don't have patience to explain how everything works and what to tell them. When people confess that they are bad at something and their words are in fact the truth, it's hard for me to comfort/motivate them. People say that passivity doesn't bring people happiness, and it probably doesn't, but I've fallen into a lull of it. Oh high school. I feel better. I think I just like being prepared.
Driving to school today, I finally took it all in. I am a Senior. I'm not an awkward and desperate freshman. I've moved past the "new girl" sophomore phase. I've completed junior year, the supposed toughest year of high school, with my highest year-round gpa. Technically, I should be ready for college at this point, and I think I am. My dad says IU - Bloomington, which is only ranked 13 for biggest party schools now according to the Princeton Review. My mom says Northwestern because she doesn't want me leaving to become a reality. My brother says NYU because it was his unfulfilled dream. And lastly, my heart says UMich, a fine mix of raging school spirit and screaming "GO BLUE!", amazing academics, and perfect little college town. A football team. I've never experienced the great wonder of having a football team. I mean, come on, Nichols didn't count.
But I guess we'll see what happens. I'm happy for my Senior year. I hope it doesn't go by too fast, and I hope there aren't any regrets. oh-seven?!
Also, I need to stop facebook whoring. I was about to comment on Ashwin's latest entry and say something like "LOL I BROKE YOUR CHERRY~!" because I was going to be the first person to comment. Ew. Livejournal > Facebook. Seriously.