The interview was okay. I think I did fine. 33% shot of making it, so I suppose those are somewhat decent odds. 1 out of every 3 people at the interview place will make it. Will I be one of them? Who knows? I really hope so. I'm just so proud that I made it this far.
It started off with me waking up at about 5:30 (1 minute before my alarm clock went off...how weird is that?). Then I got dressed up in my suit and whatnot, looked over my criteria and somehow managed to get my dad out of the house by 6:30 (because I am obsessed with being early, the place was an hour away, and it started at 7:50). But we had to stop at the post office to mail my SAT registration form. And then my dad wanted to get breakfast. And then we missed the turn. And then we got lost at the school, which even though it was built in the BC era, had TWO buildings, and of course, we went to the wrong one, first. So we ended up making it with only 5 minutes to spare, so that was handy.
I checked in, then they got a group of about 15 or 20 people and put us in a very cold room to write an essay in. I wrote a letter from a black pen to a white piece of paper about the connection they had made and the racial tensions that separated them. Eh. I tried to make it funny. Then they shuffled us to a reading room where we read about 6 or 7 passages. After that, I was on my own. I interviewed with two nice-ish ladies (and we only talked a little bit about the reading, so it was a waste of time). I think I made an ass of myself, but I hope it's okay anyway. And then...I was done. After about an hour and a half, me and dad headed home.
And the rest of the day has just been me sitting around watching the first two seasons of Buffy. I have some serious BO and my hair is gross, but I just haven't had the initiative to do anything. My clothes are scattered all over the floor, and don't even get me started on my reading assignment. I think that because I've been overachieving all week that I just needed to underachieve. Hopefully, it's only a day-long thing, because my head is killing me.
I think I'm going to head off to bed, now. I don't find out about whether or not I made it all the way until March 28, which is just before Spring Break. Ah, it never seemed so far away.
But I do think it would be an awesome experience. You know, Susanna has been so disappointed with her English education since she got back from GHP...but I'd like that. Kinda like, I was at the top of the mountain once, and it was astounding. Now I'm back down here, and it's horrible...but I'm glad I saw what it could be like.
1.26.2008
1.23.2008
oh the cleverness of me
So today would not be one of those good days. I was humiliated, degraded, and starved all day. Plus, I'll have to go back and do it tomorrow.
I'm not comfortable in my own skin. I don't know if I ever really have been. Maybe that's one of my problems. And it's not even that, most of the time. I don't usually think about the fact that I'm not really the prettiest girl around or that I wear incredibly thick glasses, because that doesn't really tell anybody who I am. I think about what a klutz I am or how I can't ever seem to say the right thing.
And then today was just...I can't talk to people. I realized that. Why don't I have one of those cool relationships where I don't feel bad about calling someone and just crying, even if it might sound stupid? I just let people talk to me about themselves. Of course, for most of them, that's all they ever talk about anyway, but still.
My eyes are just so old.
I'm not comfortable in my own skin. I don't know if I ever really have been. Maybe that's one of my problems. And it's not even that, most of the time. I don't usually think about the fact that I'm not really the prettiest girl around or that I wear incredibly thick glasses, because that doesn't really tell anybody who I am. I think about what a klutz I am or how I can't ever seem to say the right thing.
And then today was just...I can't talk to people. I realized that. Why don't I have one of those cool relationships where I don't feel bad about calling someone and just crying, even if it might sound stupid? I just let people talk to me about themselves. Of course, for most of them, that's all they ever talk about anyway, but still.
My eyes are just so old.
1.20.2008
it's the same old story
So. This week's been...crazy.
Wednesday I skipped to work on my English "project." I didn't finish, but I made a lot of headway. About the time I would have gotten out of school, it started snowing. It was crazy awesome, but it melted before school on Thursday, so we had to go. Lame. I got saddled with a bunch of makeup work which I still haven't done yet.
Friday, I went to school, but we left by 9:00 for the Beta Club Convention in Atlanta. It was exciting, just being there. None of my crowd actually went to the convention, though, so I was a little stranded most of the time. I was fine by myself. I can be a solitary person. I just don't like to know I'm totally alone. There's that difference there.
I participated in the Creative Writing competition. Something about a man who didn't wear matching socks. I know I didn't win because the topic threw me and I just wrote a bunch of crap. Ah, well. The session was fun. Clint told the most hilarious story ever..."The metal was bent, and it looked like a heart, except it was upside down. So it's like it was saying, 'I love you, Clint, but not really.'" I stayed a while in Kelsie's room, then went back up to my own. Barely slept that night since my roommates were so incredibly loud. Ugh.
Then Saturday morning it started to snow, and the superintedent called to cancel all school activities. So we Stockbridge people packed up all of our bags and were ready to go in half an hour. Then, out of nowhere, the Woodland people needed to hitch a ride back with us. So we had to wait for a fucking HOUR for them to get their shit together. I was so angry. Then some of them expected to be let off before us. Pssh. Okay, sorry Kelsie, I know it's not your fault. But I can't help it, either.
So we got home and it was snowing, and I wanted to eat but my mom promised to get me some food. Yeah, it only took her two and a half hours. So I was cranky. And they kept asking, "What's wrong?" which made me even angrier. I just retreated to my room and busted out the iPod (by the way, I have GOT to get the iHome base thing. Those things are beastly awesome).
And then today I went to see Atonement (which I absolutely loved) and then ate at Olive Garden. So pretty good day. I'm going to do all of my work tomorrow, so that'll be good.
Interspersed with all of that is Chance being incredibly psychotic. I really don't know what they expect. They tell him that if someone else throws the first punch, it's okay for him to hit them back. So you know what he does? He PROVOKES the other person. It's not just accidental. He seriously goads them into hitting him so he can beat their ass. Crazyness, that's what it is. I'm worried about him, but at the same time, it's not fair. He beats up his best friend, and my mom does the dishes for him. After I did the dishes for HIM when he was sick. So he hasn't done the dishes in a long time. Which is definitely not the point in the strike.
Ugh, I have to register for the SAT soon. And my GHP interview is next week.
OH!! I forgot. The hotel we were staying at for the convention....Barack Obama was there! I didn't believe it at first, but when we got out of the first session, there were guys with earwhigs all OVER the place. And on the elevator, someone said, "I heard Barack Obama's at this hotel," and a guy with an earwhig kind of looked around (to assess the danger of the person, I think) and said, "You're wrong," and just went back to looking around the hotel from the elevator.
Heh. Exciting.
Wednesday I skipped to work on my English "project." I didn't finish, but I made a lot of headway. About the time I would have gotten out of school, it started snowing. It was crazy awesome, but it melted before school on Thursday, so we had to go. Lame. I got saddled with a bunch of makeup work which I still haven't done yet.
Friday, I went to school, but we left by 9:00 for the Beta Club Convention in Atlanta. It was exciting, just being there. None of my crowd actually went to the convention, though, so I was a little stranded most of the time. I was fine by myself. I can be a solitary person. I just don't like to know I'm totally alone. There's that difference there.
I participated in the Creative Writing competition. Something about a man who didn't wear matching socks. I know I didn't win because the topic threw me and I just wrote a bunch of crap. Ah, well. The session was fun. Clint told the most hilarious story ever..."The metal was bent, and it looked like a heart, except it was upside down. So it's like it was saying, 'I love you, Clint, but not really.'" I stayed a while in Kelsie's room, then went back up to my own. Barely slept that night since my roommates were so incredibly loud. Ugh.
Then Saturday morning it started to snow, and the superintedent called to cancel all school activities. So we Stockbridge people packed up all of our bags and were ready to go in half an hour. Then, out of nowhere, the Woodland people needed to hitch a ride back with us. So we had to wait for a fucking HOUR for them to get their shit together. I was so angry. Then some of them expected to be let off before us. Pssh. Okay, sorry Kelsie, I know it's not your fault. But I can't help it, either.
So we got home and it was snowing, and I wanted to eat but my mom promised to get me some food. Yeah, it only took her two and a half hours. So I was cranky. And they kept asking, "What's wrong?" which made me even angrier. I just retreated to my room and busted out the iPod (by the way, I have GOT to get the iHome base thing. Those things are beastly awesome).
And then today I went to see Atonement (which I absolutely loved) and then ate at Olive Garden. So pretty good day. I'm going to do all of my work tomorrow, so that'll be good.
Interspersed with all of that is Chance being incredibly psychotic. I really don't know what they expect. They tell him that if someone else throws the first punch, it's okay for him to hit them back. So you know what he does? He PROVOKES the other person. It's not just accidental. He seriously goads them into hitting him so he can beat their ass. Crazyness, that's what it is. I'm worried about him, but at the same time, it's not fair. He beats up his best friend, and my mom does the dishes for him. After I did the dishes for HIM when he was sick. So he hasn't done the dishes in a long time. Which is definitely not the point in the strike.
Ugh, I have to register for the SAT soon. And my GHP interview is next week.
OH!! I forgot. The hotel we were staying at for the convention....Barack Obama was there! I didn't believe it at first, but when we got out of the first session, there were guys with earwhigs all OVER the place. And on the elevator, someone said, "I heard Barack Obama's at this hotel," and a guy with an earwhig kind of looked around (to assess the danger of the person, I think) and said, "You're wrong," and just went back to looking around the hotel from the elevator.
Heh. Exciting.
1.16.2008
ha!
It is definitely snowing outside. I hope it's enough to get us out of school tomorrow.
It's just so wonderful. A warm Christmas break and a snowy school month!
Yay!
It's just so wonderful. A warm Christmas break and a snowy school month!
Yay!
1.13.2008
verbal constipation
It's not pretty. I know it. Constipation of the mouth. Where no matter what you do, you just can't seem to get out what you need to when you need to. You keep quiet in important situations where your voice could really help, and someone suffers because of it. Plus, it's just a really gross sounding name.
Fortunately (or possibly probably unfortunately), I'm not suffering from verbal constipation. I seem to have contracted the diseases exact opposite.
I can't shut up.
More specifically, I can't stop saying things that are unnecessary/mean/hurtful/stupid. I try. I really do. I hold it in, I think about an alternative thing to say, I even took some Pepto Bismal. Nothing seems to work. "What is with that ugly baseball cap you're wearing?" "Why on Earth did you think I'd appreciate a blue necklace?" And my personal favorite: "Nobody even likes Linkin Park," a statement that sent a certain pre-pubescent to his or her room crying.
Is there some kind of medication or something that should help?
On a sidenote, I'm also suffering from PTOS. Yes, it's true. I have Putting Things Off Syndrome. But we call it Pee Toss for short. I should be working on my Huck Finn project, because I know I'm not going to have time next weekend....but I'm sure as hell not about to start.
Fortunately (or possibly probably unfortunately), I'm not suffering from verbal constipation. I seem to have contracted the diseases exact opposite.
I can't shut up.
More specifically, I can't stop saying things that are unnecessary/mean/hurtful/stupid. I try. I really do. I hold it in, I think about an alternative thing to say, I even took some Pepto Bismal. Nothing seems to work. "What is with that ugly baseball cap you're wearing?" "Why on Earth did you think I'd appreciate a blue necklace?" And my personal favorite: "Nobody even likes Linkin Park," a statement that sent a certain pre-pubescent to his or her room crying.
Is there some kind of medication or something that should help?
On a sidenote, I'm also suffering from PTOS. Yes, it's true. I have Putting Things Off Syndrome. But we call it Pee Toss for short. I should be working on my Huck Finn project, because I know I'm not going to have time next weekend....but I'm sure as hell not about to start.
1.10.2008
nyuk
Feeling agitated. No clue why. Very rebellious all of the sudden. Won't do what I'm told to do and all that jazz. Feeling like a failure. That's cool, though. These things come and go. A little bit.
School is...school. Not much there. Huckleberry Finn is a weird ass name. And a long book. Ew.
Chance got into a fight at school. Some black kid kept calling him a cracker, and when Chance didn't respond, the kid said, "That's what I though," and poked him in the back. Chance went off on the kid. I guess it's okay. It sucks that he's not being even a little bit punished for it, though.
I think the problem is that I'm getting a big head. Los padres care about my grades, think they're good, everybody says I could get into a great school. I didn't used to agree with them. I used to think, maybe, but probably not. But now I'm starting to think it's possible. And now I'm getting full of myself. I just need to slow it down and fail at something to bring me back. Like that's going to be difficult.
Okay, so I guess those is me thoughts. Love love.
School is...school. Not much there. Huckleberry Finn is a weird ass name. And a long book. Ew.
Chance got into a fight at school. Some black kid kept calling him a cracker, and when Chance didn't respond, the kid said, "That's what I though," and poked him in the back. Chance went off on the kid. I guess it's okay. It sucks that he's not being even a little bit punished for it, though.
I think the problem is that I'm getting a big head. Los padres care about my grades, think they're good, everybody says I could get into a great school. I didn't used to agree with them. I used to think, maybe, but probably not. But now I'm starting to think it's possible. And now I'm getting full of myself. I just need to slow it down and fail at something to bring me back. Like that's going to be difficult.
Okay, so I guess those is me thoughts. Love love.
1.06.2008
words
I've been trying to get my write on, but it's been difficult. I'll think of a great idea and then mess up the name and it just ruins the whole story. Ick.
Having fun with my iPod. Learned how to import CDs. Oh so much fun. I'll probably be up all night doing this mess. Me gusta.
Having fun with my iPod. Learned how to import CDs. Oh so much fun. I'll probably be up all night doing this mess. Me gusta.
1.03.2008
farararara
I realized that I haven't actually posted anything of substance lately, so here goes:
Christmas Eve, Chance spent the night in my room and I woke up every hour because HE wouldn't shutup. Then we officially woke up at 7 (Chance woke the parents, I got Joey), then we opened presents. Everyone was fairly happy (I got my iPod, so that was awesome), and Dad started working on the wicked cool puzzle I got him that had like, 30 different city scapes on it. We finished it before the New Year, but he broke it when he tried gluing it to the posterboard, and then he just put it all back in the box. It was a shame, because it was so pretty. My mom got Braves Monopoly, which she loves. Joe and Chris got cash. Chance got a bunch of stuff and two cd players, one of which he has already broken. Sometime over the break I bought myself a black leather chair at Goodwill for $15. I like it.
I watched Meet the Robinsons, which was absolutely adorable. Predictable, but it was such a good concept. Also watched Peter Pan, which is such a sweet movie. They kinda cheaped together the "alternate ending", though, because you could see wires and blue screens.
Let's see, what else? Last Friday was the Potter Party, where we mostly talked through the first 3, then watched the 4th and 5th ones. Chrisie wouldn't shut the hell up and I wanted to bean her upside the head. I ate too much and got sick. But it was fun. Kelsie got me Big Boned, and I read that in one morning, because it was fantastic.
New Year's...I drank like, two beers. At midnight, Joe and Drew went outside and lit these gigantic fireworks. Then, later, they went up to Drew's house and someone called the cops on them and made them break all of their fireworks. Heh heh. But New Year's Day, we went to Bee's and ate Partner's with a bunch of people who are supposedly related to me but whom I always forget. I got $50 and a bunch of weird gifts (like a teddy bear calendar), and Joey called at about 3 to tell us he was super sick, so we rushed home. It's that same thing he had last time, and it hurts my heart to see him writhing in pain like that, but that boy will tear your head off for anything, so I stay away.
I stepped so close to the heater last night it burned my favorite long pair of pajama pants. :(
Okay. So, that's that. Starting to feel a little sick myself, but hopefully I can get over that before tomorrow. Mexican food just isn't the same if you can't taste it. No clue why, though.
Christmas Eve, Chance spent the night in my room and I woke up every hour because HE wouldn't shutup. Then we officially woke up at 7 (Chance woke the parents, I got Joey), then we opened presents. Everyone was fairly happy (I got my iPod, so that was awesome), and Dad started working on the wicked cool puzzle I got him that had like, 30 different city scapes on it. We finished it before the New Year, but he broke it when he tried gluing it to the posterboard, and then he just put it all back in the box. It was a shame, because it was so pretty. My mom got Braves Monopoly, which she loves. Joe and Chris got cash. Chance got a bunch of stuff and two cd players, one of which he has already broken. Sometime over the break I bought myself a black leather chair at Goodwill for $15. I like it.
I watched Meet the Robinsons, which was absolutely adorable. Predictable, but it was such a good concept. Also watched Peter Pan, which is such a sweet movie. They kinda cheaped together the "alternate ending", though, because you could see wires and blue screens.
Let's see, what else? Last Friday was the Potter Party, where we mostly talked through the first 3, then watched the 4th and 5th ones. Chrisie wouldn't shut the hell up and I wanted to bean her upside the head. I ate too much and got sick. But it was fun. Kelsie got me Big Boned, and I read that in one morning, because it was fantastic.
New Year's...I drank like, two beers. At midnight, Joe and Drew went outside and lit these gigantic fireworks. Then, later, they went up to Drew's house and someone called the cops on them and made them break all of their fireworks. Heh heh. But New Year's Day, we went to Bee's and ate Partner's with a bunch of people who are supposedly related to me but whom I always forget. I got $50 and a bunch of weird gifts (like a teddy bear calendar), and Joey called at about 3 to tell us he was super sick, so we rushed home. It's that same thing he had last time, and it hurts my heart to see him writhing in pain like that, but that boy will tear your head off for anything, so I stay away.
I stepped so close to the heater last night it burned my favorite long pair of pajama pants. :(
Okay. So, that's that. Starting to feel a little sick myself, but hopefully I can get over that before tomorrow. Mexican food just isn't the same if you can't taste it. No clue why, though.
1.01.2008
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