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Jun. 26th, 2005 03:05 pmI still exist. I think so, at least, and that's what counts, right?
Two weeks ago I was in LA looking at colleges and visiting a lot of lovely relatives. They are attempting to bribe me into staying into California for university by promising to get me a car. My grand uncle jokingly promised to get me a Ferrari if I go to Stanford. Not that I'd want a sports car considering how unwilling I am to speed. I ended up being really impressed by the two universities that I originally had labelled "eh-probably not for me" and really disliked the university that has the "best" reputation. Perhaps it was because I was chased by a clerical workers' protest there, but I've finally managed to eliminate one school on my list. I also have my graduation dress because Ellie was freaking out about "waiting until the last minute" to find one although I still have a good year until I graduate. I liked LA as a city much more than I had thought I would; I can really picture myself living there for several years.
The day before I flew out to Boston and Sophia and her dad picked me up. I got to meet all of her relatives (I swear we must have been sisters in a past life, because our families are awfully similar), and then we stayed up talking until 3 in the morning about feminism and philosophy and all sorts of other nifty things. We went swimming and took a soak in the hotel hot tub before coming out.
I just arrived at Harvard yesterday with Sophia and have been wandering around pretty much since. I have extraordinarily good luck with roommates. Danielle and I have similar habits (i.e. staying up until insane hours of the morning) and seem to share the same sort of philosophical beliefs and a lot of the same interests, so I'm terribly glad about that. Yet our experiences are different enough so that we don't run out of things to talk about. Our room is pretty nice; we each have our own bedroom and a common area with desks as well as a window seat. Sophia is probably going to become our unofficial third roommate as her rooming situation didn't work out as well. Our dorm, Matthews, is pretty big; I have no idea who the others in the nearby rooms on my floor are. I ended up showering at 2:30 this morning to avoid a bathroom crunch and woke up at an embarassingly late hour as a result of my strange sleeping schedule. I just hope that I won't continue to be semi jetlagged and an insomniac so I can get to class (intro to journalism) tomorrow. I'm nervous about my classes but also excited to actually start since this weird lulling freedom to do as I please still feels rather foreign to me.
I have lots of letters to send out, so if you're not staying at home this summer then please give me your mailing address as I've probably already written you a letter.
As soon as I manage to get my laptop, Karen, hooked up to an internet connection I'll resume pestering all of you with comments and posts. Sorry if I'm terribly confused about what's been going on in people's lives lately. Be seeing you!
Two weeks ago I was in LA looking at colleges and visiting a lot of lovely relatives. They are attempting to bribe me into staying into California for university by promising to get me a car. My grand uncle jokingly promised to get me a Ferrari if I go to Stanford. Not that I'd want a sports car considering how unwilling I am to speed. I ended up being really impressed by the two universities that I originally had labelled "eh-probably not for me" and really disliked the university that has the "best" reputation. Perhaps it was because I was chased by a clerical workers' protest there, but I've finally managed to eliminate one school on my list. I also have my graduation dress because Ellie was freaking out about "waiting until the last minute" to find one although I still have a good year until I graduate. I liked LA as a city much more than I had thought I would; I can really picture myself living there for several years.
The day before I flew out to Boston and Sophia and her dad picked me up. I got to meet all of her relatives (I swear we must have been sisters in a past life, because our families are awfully similar), and then we stayed up talking until 3 in the morning about feminism and philosophy and all sorts of other nifty things. We went swimming and took a soak in the hotel hot tub before coming out.
I just arrived at Harvard yesterday with Sophia and have been wandering around pretty much since. I have extraordinarily good luck with roommates. Danielle and I have similar habits (i.e. staying up until insane hours of the morning) and seem to share the same sort of philosophical beliefs and a lot of the same interests, so I'm terribly glad about that. Yet our experiences are different enough so that we don't run out of things to talk about. Our room is pretty nice; we each have our own bedroom and a common area with desks as well as a window seat. Sophia is probably going to become our unofficial third roommate as her rooming situation didn't work out as well. Our dorm, Matthews, is pretty big; I have no idea who the others in the nearby rooms on my floor are. I ended up showering at 2:30 this morning to avoid a bathroom crunch and woke up at an embarassingly late hour as a result of my strange sleeping schedule. I just hope that I won't continue to be semi jetlagged and an insomniac so I can get to class (intro to journalism) tomorrow. I'm nervous about my classes but also excited to actually start since this weird lulling freedom to do as I please still feels rather foreign to me.
I have lots of letters to send out, so if you're not staying at home this summer then please give me your mailing address as I've probably already written you a letter.
As soon as I manage to get my laptop, Karen, hooked up to an internet connection I'll resume pestering all of you with comments and posts. Sorry if I'm terribly confused about what's been going on in people's lives lately. Be seeing you!
