College Is Coming
February 10th, 2008 § Leave a Comment
I have only applied to three colleges. My friends have applied to roughly five or six, possibly more.
Did I strive for less? Or are they all just overachievers. I know why I didn’t apply to more than three schools, it’s because I still, more than ever, fear rejection. The hypothetical negative thoughts of a few college admissions counselors was enough to scare me in to not applying. Of the three colleges, I have only heard back from one of them, and I was accepted. I should be happy, but I’m not. I pray every night before I go to sleep that by some grace of God, I’ll be accepted in to George Mason University. I went to the campus and I fell in love with it. Ever since then, I’ve wanted to go there. I have pushed myself to do better in school, I have studied more than I have my entire high school career, and I’ve finally achieved “Honor Roll” status.
I’m also waiting to hear back from Marymount University in Arlington. I meet all the requirements to get in there, but what if that isn’t enough. Are those requirements just something that colleges set up so high school kids can push themselves to the brink of insanity? Do they just set “standards” so that all people under the age of 21 can be manufactured, to their liking? Is originality dying?
I just…I don’t know.
The Writing Writer
February 10th, 2008 § Leave a Comment
I hadn’t written a single thing in about 4 months. The last thing I wrote was a story I started with Tricia, where I wrote a chapter and she wrote a chapter and it was going well. But the interest in that fizzled I guess. But Friday night, I felt inspired. I laid down on my futon, turned on Donnie Darko, and just stared at the blank paper in front of me. I stared at it for over an hour before writing a single friggin word. I just stared and stared, and then it just came to me. I wrote a poem, which the people who’ve read it, have classified as “sophisticated”, “deep”, and “way over their head”.
I really didn’t think it was that good. I apparently have a knack for writing, according to a certain fantastic AP Government teacher and contrary to a certain AP English 12 teacher and. Maybe I could actually write for a living. Much like a young Ernest Hemingway, except I won’t be a drunk, fight in a war, or commit suicide under the weight of my genius.
I don’t know where my new found inspiration has come from. Someone once said that “Inspiration comes in times of great darkness” and I’m assuming they were smart, because they were right.
