summer is upon us

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Well, it has been a while. School's over and summer is probably going to be over far too soon, though it has so far been a good one (ignoring the one blight of going to the Shanty Shack in upstate NY with my family for a week). Today I saw my schedule for next year, which is making college and Pratt and the ambiguous presence of architecture in the future very very real. I am also panicking slightly, as the classes we take in college are apparently much, much longer than in high school.

I'm only slightly terrified, being only a slight coward. I mean. I never really thought past high school up til now. I had no idea I'd ever survive applying to college--mostly cause movies make it SUCH A BIG DEAL. (It really isn't, you don't have to be a rocket scientist or join 9506859 clubs to get into a school, unless maybe you think you'll die if you don't get into an Ivy in which case I recommend just skipping the whole process altogether.)

And now here I am, going to college. Er. Woo. I don't know how I feel (except for that slightly terrified part). I love the friends I have now. I don't see how anyone I could meet in college could be as interesting. Perhaps I will live the penitent life of a college hermit, and my amusing but lonely adventures will be written into a fine literary work of the era.

Hmm. I'll write more about summer adventures when it is not 1:30 AM.

Comments

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Haha. I always forget you're a couple grades below me since you're so cool and funny. But once you get to 12th, I'm sure college will be all anyone talks about and you will all eventually be partitioned into different schools. At my high school, 12th grade basically consisted of getting into college and (when you had free time) making sure you passed all your classes. It was like we'd basically graduated already.

Advice: start looking early! If I'd known what I know now about colleges like a year ago, my selection process would have been veryyyyy different. I'm still freaking out that I made the wrong decision and doomed myself to being a loser for the rest of my life XD.

As for procrastinating lazy writers and hopeless artists, I think colleges love them! Heh...get into lots of writing schools and take your pick. Maybe you'll even come to Pratt! Whoa, now that would be bizarre/amazing.