I'm procrastinating my American Government homework, again. Will colleges want me if I can't even write a Current Event? Correction, I can write a dang good Current Event. I just don't want to.
Another day in this paradise (highschool) is coming to an end in....twenty minutes. Hallelujah. This week lasts, for all real intent and purposes, after Wednesday. I have plenty of good intentions to do college applications and homework all weekend, but will I? He hee.....we'll see. I'll tell you then. When I'm procrastinating it.
Right now I'm flanked by two very studly, manly, sexy freshmen boys. Oxymoron? Nah, they're friends. I feel a little left out though, seeing as they both have blonde hair and blue eyes. Oh well. I have a different set of (obviously superior)chromosomes.
No tengo ninguna idea que debo decir ahora.......estoy aburrido y los chicos no estan ayudandome pensar sobre que puedo escribir.
Sorry to have wasted your time with this. I realize I've said nothing of importance here. But I love you still!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
College Quest: Part I
Wow, it's been awhile! Life got so hectic for a bit that I was putting off homework to do other homework, not to blog. But I'm back now. Miss me much? For a quick catch up:
The College Search is On! It's ridiculous. I have college books in the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, next to my bed....whenever I roll over, or stand up, or sit down, I grab one in an attempt to be more informed before I make my decision. This is, if anything, making my choice even harder. Where do I go-ooo-oo? I look into a school, grab onto it, then lose interest within a couple of weeks. So Whitman's tree:human ratio isn't actually 3:1? No longer my top school. USU has little in the dance department? It loses rank on my ever-changing list. This pattern continues.
The only schools that haven't changed are my back-ups, or ''safety'' schools.
Speaking of, for awhile I had no idea how to classify a school as ''safety'' or ''reach.'' It seemed like a lot of the places I was looking at could be called safety schools, or at least There's-a-pretty-good-chance-I'll-get-in schools. Mom introduced me to this lovely little site however, that at least gives me a general idea of what I can call safety, and what I can call reach.
www.cappex.com has a ''What are my chances?'' calendar. You fill out a little profile, complete with GPA and SAT scores, and based on those numbers, it shows where you rank next to everyone else who applies and is accepted there. I don't think this can be taken entirely at face value, though. It's based mostly on numbers.
Anyway, with no end in sight, I continue the search. Where? When? Who would I meet there? How's the weather? Can I afford it? I'm looking for The One. I'm beginning to think it's a hopeless quest. I didn't grow up knowing where I'd go. I don't wear any one set of colors with pride. I'm going to apply, then I'm going to close my eyes and point. And that's where I'll go.
Except that leaves entirely too much up to chance. So I won't.
The College Search is On! It's ridiculous. I have college books in the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, next to my bed....whenever I roll over, or stand up, or sit down, I grab one in an attempt to be more informed before I make my decision. This is, if anything, making my choice even harder. Where do I go-ooo-oo? I look into a school, grab onto it, then lose interest within a couple of weeks. So Whitman's tree:human ratio isn't actually 3:1? No longer my top school. USU has little in the dance department? It loses rank on my ever-changing list. This pattern continues.
The only schools that haven't changed are my back-ups, or ''safety'' schools.
Speaking of, for awhile I had no idea how to classify a school as ''safety'' or ''reach.'' It seemed like a lot of the places I was looking at could be called safety schools, or at least There's-a-pretty-good-chance-I'll-get-in schools. Mom introduced me to this lovely little site however, that at least gives me a general idea of what I can call safety, and what I can call reach.
www.cappex.com has a ''What are my chances?'' calendar. You fill out a little profile, complete with GPA and SAT scores, and based on those numbers, it shows where you rank next to everyone else who applies and is accepted there. I don't think this can be taken entirely at face value, though. It's based mostly on numbers.
Anyway, with no end in sight, I continue the search. Where? When? Who would I meet there? How's the weather? Can I afford it? I'm looking for The One. I'm beginning to think it's a hopeless quest. I didn't grow up knowing where I'd go. I don't wear any one set of colors with pride. I'm going to apply, then I'm going to close my eyes and point. And that's where I'll go.
Except that leaves entirely too much up to chance. So I won't.
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