sinking into sweet uncertainty.
It is currently 3:37 IN THE MORNING. The morning of none other than my return to my dear secondary school. Nothing has been anticipated with more enthusiasm. I couldn't sleep after reading Second Helpings and listening to my Transatlanticism CD twice. And then, lying in the darkness thinking about too many things. Such insiginificant things, too.
Anyway, after reading the part in Second Helpings when Jessica chooses her four university choices by process of elimination, i had a mini-freakout. I mean, i have no idea where i want to go. The only step i've actually taken towards my future in the last 6 months was deciding that i might want to be a lawyer for Children's Aid Services or abused women. The key word here is might. The point is that, unlike Jessica, i don't know anything about universities (which ones are good, which ones are not-so-hot). All this time i've been blaming this solely on that fact that we're simply not taught this information at school. Anyone who is knowledgable can thank their older siblings for the insight. And oldest siblings, like me, are left in the dark. But really, if the information's not coming to me, why am i sitting on my ass anticipating its arrival? I should be researching this stuff on my own, so it's all my fault.
Well, maybe not all my fault. I think some of the credit should go to Ms. Balaishis (or Ms. Bootylicious - what she's referred to by the male population of the school) who stood me up at a guidance councellor meeting, one which i had organized and skipped my lunch for. I sat in the office waiting for her for half an hour.
So, as of right this minute, my university know-how does not exceed
IF YOU CAN HOLD A FORK, YOU CAN GO TO YORK.
And i got that from an e-mail forward.
Anyway, after reading the part in Second Helpings when Jessica chooses her four university choices by process of elimination, i had a mini-freakout. I mean, i have no idea where i want to go. The only step i've actually taken towards my future in the last 6 months was deciding that i might want to be a lawyer for Children's Aid Services or abused women. The key word here is might. The point is that, unlike Jessica, i don't know anything about universities (which ones are good, which ones are not-so-hot). All this time i've been blaming this solely on that fact that we're simply not taught this information at school. Anyone who is knowledgable can thank their older siblings for the insight. And oldest siblings, like me, are left in the dark. But really, if the information's not coming to me, why am i sitting on my ass anticipating its arrival? I should be researching this stuff on my own, so it's all my fault.
Well, maybe not all my fault. I think some of the credit should go to Ms. Balaishis (or Ms. Bootylicious - what she's referred to by the male population of the school) who stood me up at a guidance councellor meeting, one which i had organized and skipped my lunch for. I sat in the office waiting for her for half an hour.
So, as of right this minute, my university know-how does not exceed
IF YOU CAN HOLD A FORK, YOU CAN GO TO YORK.
And i got that from an e-mail forward.