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à l'avenir
Mar. 31st, 2005 08:55 pmMy future can be best described by this quotation: "I seem to be having tremendous difficulties with my lifestyle."
(I apologize in advance for the barrage of HGTTG quotations popping up in my speech and entries. After April 29th or whenever I get to see the HGTTG movie, I may or may not shut up.)
Suddenly the ugly prospects of setting up things for Rivalry and banquet, preparing for my three AP exams, being a senior next year, and applying to university are falling on top of me like large 7.5 pound biology textbooks falling from the sky. I'm only using that analogy because I very cleverly dropped my biology textbook on my foot yesterday afternoon, the same foot that had a fifteen pound suitcase of hand bell chimes dropped on it a few months ago. I am becoming disgusted at the prospect of applying to college already; I'm a 4th quarter junior; this is not the time to think about such matters! It's like being buried alive inside an hourglass; if I didn't know any better, I'd have to turn in my college apps tomorrow morning. It's as if I have to have the trajectory of my life plotted out by hundreths of a decimal place for the next two years. I don't really want to think about writing silly personal essays, or figuring out what information sessions I need to attend on my spring break college tour, or flunking my APs. I really don't care about what other places my classmates want to attend college or where they want to go but claim they probably won't be able to get into. Good for you for knowing where you want to go, but you don't have to make that decision until late April of next year. Stop worrying about it already. This is the first time when I really can't wait until it's summer. I'm sure that Harvard is going to be fantastic, and I have to coordinate some sort of mailing list so I can write to everyone while I'm away in Cambridge.
I must confess that I'm very excited about course selections in my freakish geeky way. I can actually pick out classes that I really want to take, i.e. do more about what I'm really interested. We finally have real English electives! I might actually be excited about literature for the first time as an upperclasswoman. I'm currently trying to decide among Comedy, Satire and the Absurd; Coming of Age; the Heroine in Literature; and Modern European Literature (I really want this last one). Aside from AP Euro (if I don't take that, then it's AP French seminar) I'm debating among Trad East Asia and Modern East Asia as well as econ. And then there's Italian, psychology, and music history. I need to figure out my schedule better...
Life is not all dull and gray, though. I had a terribly froody time going out to Douce France for breakfast with Sophia and Kerstin. According to them I'm marrying a very sweet but mildly incomprehensible Chinese doctor named Ling though I will only date non-Asians beforehand. Hmmm. And the Electric Penguins are sounding fabulous with "Trumpet Voluntary."
On a more serious note:
Uncle Doug will probably be discharged from the hospital soon; thankfully his heart attack was minor, and he's in very good shape. He needs triple bypass surgery, but it is expected to go well. I wish him the best of luck.
(I apologize in advance for the barrage of HGTTG quotations popping up in my speech and entries. After April 29th or whenever I get to see the HGTTG movie, I may or may not shut up.)
Suddenly the ugly prospects of setting up things for Rivalry and banquet, preparing for my three AP exams, being a senior next year, and applying to university are falling on top of me like large 7.5 pound biology textbooks falling from the sky. I'm only using that analogy because I very cleverly dropped my biology textbook on my foot yesterday afternoon, the same foot that had a fifteen pound suitcase of hand bell chimes dropped on it a few months ago. I am becoming disgusted at the prospect of applying to college already; I'm a 4th quarter junior; this is not the time to think about such matters! It's like being buried alive inside an hourglass; if I didn't know any better, I'd have to turn in my college apps tomorrow morning. It's as if I have to have the trajectory of my life plotted out by hundreths of a decimal place for the next two years. I don't really want to think about writing silly personal essays, or figuring out what information sessions I need to attend on my spring break college tour, or flunking my APs. I really don't care about what other places my classmates want to attend college or where they want to go but claim they probably won't be able to get into. Good for you for knowing where you want to go, but you don't have to make that decision until late April of next year. Stop worrying about it already. This is the first time when I really can't wait until it's summer. I'm sure that Harvard is going to be fantastic, and I have to coordinate some sort of mailing list so I can write to everyone while I'm away in Cambridge.
I must confess that I'm very excited about course selections in my freakish geeky way. I can actually pick out classes that I really want to take, i.e. do more about what I'm really interested. We finally have real English electives! I might actually be excited about literature for the first time as an upperclasswoman. I'm currently trying to decide among Comedy, Satire and the Absurd; Coming of Age; the Heroine in Literature; and Modern European Literature (I really want this last one). Aside from AP Euro (if I don't take that, then it's AP French seminar) I'm debating among Trad East Asia and Modern East Asia as well as econ. And then there's Italian, psychology, and music history. I need to figure out my schedule better...
Life is not all dull and gray, though. I had a terribly froody time going out to Douce France for breakfast with Sophia and Kerstin. According to them I'm marrying a very sweet but mildly incomprehensible Chinese doctor named Ling though I will only date non-Asians beforehand. Hmmm. And the Electric Penguins are sounding fabulous with "Trumpet Voluntary."
On a more serious note:
Uncle Doug will probably be discharged from the hospital soon; thankfully his heart attack was minor, and he's in very good shape. He needs triple bypass surgery, but it is expected to go well. I wish him the best of luck.
