Goodmorning fellow humans. Last night, one of my friends announced that my schedule won't be mailed on the 20th. Instead, it'll be on the day of the open house. Fuck it. How could they change their damn minds so easily? Oh wait, they can because he's the principal. Argh. You know what? Sophmores, juniors, and seniors will recieve their schedules on the 20th. Lame. I feel discriminated against because I'm a freshman. Freshman. That word-that eight letter word-does not sound appealing. I like to think of it this way: 10 months of being the lowest of classes (freshman) couldn't hurt much. Err...I'm not much of an optimist, but it couldn't hurt to be positive. Ha! I'm cringing right now. Me, optimistic? That's equivalent to a goat with wings. Impossible.
My older cousin is leaving today for Chicago. I wish her the best of luck over there and a happy trip. So lucky. She gets to leave boring ole Virgina for a while. Fortunately, she'll be back by Christmas. Yay! Truly, I'll miss her. I heard Chicage was mega cold in the winter. About seasons...I don't know if it's just me, but I get this kind of "seasonal depression" every time winter comes. It's the strangest thing. Maybe, I'm some sort of messed up, derranged lunatic. Eh, that wouldn't be good.
When summer comes, I want winter to come. When winter comes, I want summer to come. The only seasons, I'm contented with is fall and spring. Both seasons are "in-between" seasons. A bit of everything, but not too much.
I'm nervous about high school. I guess you can I've got the high school freshman jitters. Pretty common for freshmen like me. Ha, you can tell I'm not so keen and ecstatic on being a freshman. I just hate it. I feel like "freshman" is another sterotype. Okay, maybe I'm obessing over the subject of being a freshman too much. I told my friend earlier that the pressure is gonna pound on our shoulders once we get to high school, especially college. College.
Speaking of colleges, I dream of going to University of Pennsylvania. Dumb ol' me, mixed Penn State with U Penn. So to assure you, if I said I wanted to go to Penn State, I actually meant U Penn. The idea of attending college in Pennsylvania is thrilling. I've always wanted to go and live there. I'll get into more detail about my dreams of Pennsylvania in another blog entry.
I'm currently enrolled in a college prepatory program since the 8th grade. To be honest, it's pretty boring. Cornell notes. Weekly binder checks. Organization (I've got that ingrained in my system since 4th grade, bitches). Lectures. College tutors. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm grateful for being in the program, but the pressure for college piles up each day. Think of it as ten tons of brick on your shoulders. My parents and I have the "college" talk almost every damn week. It makes me panic. I have these spasims of panic, wondering if I'll ever get accepted into U Penn, the tuition & fees, the distance, etc. It's all frightning. Gah.
My fellow bloggers, I must eat my protein bar (their scrumptious). Au revior.
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