Grape Jelly and Mayonnaise 5/15/2001
Actually, this entry doesn't have anything to do with my title. I simply couldn't think of a title to fit my entry, and I couldn't not put one, because that's just boring. So, I created an assinine title to give the entry a little interest...clever trick right? I know you're jealous.
I'm in the middle of my last minute cramming session for my AP Biology test, so I really shouldn't be on here...Yet, I continue to type. The test itself is fairly worthless. If I get less than a three, I have to take Biology 101, and if I get higher than a three, I still have to take Biology 101. My dad (who was a biology major) and my biology teacher strongly advised me to not skip Biology 101. Yet, I continue to cram.
I was thinking about college today (were you that surprised?) and I starting stressing out. (Another surprise). In 19 school days, I'm out of high school. Done. Finished. Over with. I'm an ex-high schooler. I expected to be happier. Granted, I sure as hell won't miss high school or most of my "friends", but I'll miss the familiarity of everything. I didn't like my school, or most of the people who went there, but I could handle them. I knew which teachers to suck up to and which to stay away from, I knew every short cut of every hallway, and which hallways to avoid. I'm not happy with most of the people I associate with, but there's a comforting feeling of belonging to my group. In a few months, I'll be with 2500 faceless freshman trudging off to a school of 10,000 people, and be living in a dorm with more people than my entire school had...it's a little nerve racking.
Yes, I know, my problems are not original, nor are they life-threatening, but they're important to me. I really hate being away from home, but I had no choice but to go away. The schools on Long Island aren't the greatest, and if I stayed, I'd be with the majority of my high school, most of which I detest. NYU is pretty close, but I'd never survive in the city. Boston University and Brandeis, which were four hours away (how perfect) waitlisted and rejected me, respectively. University of Maryland also wasn't that far away, but I got rejected from there as well. Syracuse was one of my only remaining options, and ironically, it's one of the farthest away. Ugh, I know things will work out in the end, but as for right now, I'm a little bit of a mess. Well, wish me luck for tomorrow's test...it'll be one of the last ones I'm taking in high school. After that, I'm taking serious amounts of mental health days.
Phobia of the Day: Chronophobia- Fear of time
Until later
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