Another day older, another day late.
So if you hadn't heard -- I got waitlisted from
Boston University. I was completely shocked.
I was more so shocked that everyone I know,
except for me (of course) got in.
The shock is pleasently subsiding.
My final decision, I think, will be USC.
University of South Carolina.
While I did get into a school in California,
by going I'd feel like I was leaving my life behind.
I'm not really into that whole idea.
Northeastern and UConn were my other choices.
Northeastern is insanely expensive and UConn is too close.
I ruled out Mercyhurst and Suffolk a while ago, I think.
Driving time is about fourteen hours; somewhat strenuous.
I don't really know how I'm going to get there,
or how I'm going to get my stuff there. Or how my family
is going to deal. I fear all the crying that will take place.
Perhaps silently, or maybe not so much,
I have been having emotional breakdowns on a regular basis.
I've turned into a very cynical, unhappy person and I am
trying as hard as I possibly can to change back.
But between school and friends and family and Dave and college,
I'm not entirely certain how to handle myself or how to act.
I'm not excited about leaving.
I'm not excited about seeing others leave.
It's all just far too complicated.