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| Today is/was a snow day.
I dreamt last night that I was playing football. On the high
school football team. Next fall. Actually, next summer... I
went to the first tryout-practiceish thing. It was raining, and I
magically knew how to play football, and was better than high school
boys. I got muddy. Somebody told me I'd end up at the state
championship. Then I told them that I was going to college, I
couldn't play on their team after all, and they told me Wellesley had
an all-girls football team, so I decided to join. It was such a
strange, strange dream. I hate football. And
highschool. And somehow I doubt Wellesley has a football
team. Eek.
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| So, Merry Christmas.. belatedly. I got a digital camera with
printer, and luggage, and other assorted items. Not bad at all.
Today, at around 2 pm, I will leave for my dad's. I will sleep
there, and at 3 am or something like that, we will drive to Newark, New
Jersey. We will fly to somewhere in North Carolina or
something. And sit in an airport. From there we will fly to
another airport. With any luck, that one will be in
Florida. We'll pick up a rental car. We'll drive the rental
car to a big fancy house with a marble foyer and screened-in pool and
two sailboats and hot tub and all that junk. My
grandparents'. From there, it's rather unpredictable.
Please, let the weather be decent, at least. Brrrargh.
Happy New Year, in advance. I... think... I'll be in a hotel room
in Orlando. Or maybe at that big Disney celebration? I'm
not really sure.
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| I think every day I'm getting more and more nerve-wracked about this
admissions decision. Paranoid... worried... upset...
pessimistic... something. It's very stressful. I really
DON'T want to worry, I hate worrying, but I can't help it. In all
honesty, my life is at stake (ha, drama.) If I get in, I'm
legally bound to spend the next four years of my life at Wellesley...
if I don't, I get to begin the mad dash to throw applications at a
whole bunch of other schools, and begin the waiting game all over
again. I tried to make an appointment with Ambrosini last week,
but failed... the dysfunction of guidance bureaucracy at its
finest. I need to make a solid "Plan B" in case I don't
get in... that might ease my mind some. I have a sketchy list of
schools where I will probably apply, but I don't really know enough to
finalize it. Which is where my, cough, "guidance counselor" comes
in... yeah. The worst part is, when anyone asks about
college apps, I have to say "I applied early decision to Wellesley!"
and be perky and optimistic, and leave it there.. let them drone on
about their uncompleted applications and procrastination... while I'm
ripping my hair out and have probably already been rejected. But
that's life, right.
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