Don't you just love it when colleges suddenly decide to fuck with your head?
To give you all an update on the Process From Hell (i.e. college admissions), the "final" verdict is that I got into Bennington, Roger Williams, Pratt, and UMASS; got waitlisted for Emerson, Smith, Hampshire, and Lang; and got outright rejections from Brandeis, Mount Holyoke, and Ithaca. I had my spazzy fits, got over them, looked over my college choices, and ended up really liking Bennington, fully planning on going there. The reason that "final" (above) is in quotation marks, however, is thus: Today, I got a letter from Emerson, telling me that I've been accepted.
Now, Emerson was my first choice. But they didn't seem to want me, so I moved on. When I say that I ended up falling for Bennington, I mean precisely that. I don't just like it as a consolation prize - it's wonderful in its own right!
So now, I have no idea what to do. This is like one of those cheesy teen dramas, where you spend two seasons pining for one person, but they just give you the 'Let's be Friends' routine. So you move on. And you meet someone else. This new person is really great. They're sweet, and wonderful, and they really love you. Soon, you start to suspect that you love them as well. Then boom! The old flame waltzes back into town, announcing that they've reconsidered, and now they have feelings for you. Peachy.
The sad part is, I know that no matter what choice I make, I'm going to end up doubting and hating myself. I guess it all comes down to financial aid. I hate making this be an issue of money, but if I don't have an objective factor, I'm just going to land myself in therapy! Not that I'm not going to end up in therapy anyway.
And this concludes your daily dose of spazzy angst. Have a nice day!
Now, Emerson was my first choice. But they didn't seem to want me, so I moved on. When I say that I ended up falling for Bennington, I mean precisely that. I don't just like it as a consolation prize - it's wonderful in its own right!
So now, I have no idea what to do. This is like one of those cheesy teen dramas, where you spend two seasons pining for one person, but they just give you the 'Let's be Friends' routine. So you move on. And you meet someone else. This new person is really great. They're sweet, and wonderful, and they really love you. Soon, you start to suspect that you love them as well. Then boom! The old flame waltzes back into town, announcing that they've reconsidered, and now they have feelings for you. Peachy.
The sad part is, I know that no matter what choice I make, I'm going to end up doubting and hating myself. I guess it all comes down to financial aid. I hate making this be an issue of money, but if I don't have an objective factor, I'm just going to land myself in therapy! Not that I'm not going to end up in therapy anyway.
And this concludes your daily dose of spazzy angst. Have a nice day!