adiva_calandia

Harvard's supplement suggests a couple possibilities for an essay: An academic experience that has meant a lot to you, travel in other countries, etc. I chose "books that have affected you most," and ended up with something I really rather like.

( I read C. S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia when I was quite young . . . )

Load-out: *finishes with five minutes to spare*

Me: FREEDOM IS MINE.

Mom: So! How about those college applications? Remember, they all have to be in before January first and you only have four days to get them to your teachers!

Me: . . . Fuck.

But in spite of that, I think it's safe to say that my level of free time is going to go up, at least some. Because. NO MORE SHOW. No more shows until February, man.

50,123 / 50,000 (100.2%)

:DDDD

It's garbage, but it's therapeutic garbage, and who cares, anyway? I did it, in spite of everything. That's the kickass part.

Next challenges: running A Christmas Story and avatar!Nita plot before the end of the year. Oh, and doing the rest of the college apps.

(Now maybe this journal can go back to having actual content!)

Dear Body:

Man, you could've waited until I was out of the pristine white gi.

Hormonally,

Me.

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Dear College Applications:

. . .

You can stop adding stuff to this pile of to-do things any time. Seriously. I have enough to do for you already without suddenly having to write a "letter describing [my] theatre experience and ambitions in the theatre."

Seriously.

*sobs*

No love,

Me.

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Dear Self:

GET A CLUE.

--Me.

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Dear LJ:

What the heck is up with the flood of "Out of Ambit" feed posts on my f-list?

Confused,

Me.

*deep breath*

While looking through college application info today after school (at Dad's insistence), I discovered that the deadline for apps to CMU's College of Fine Arts -- ie, the Drama school -- is December 1.

Can you say panic? So I spent a couple hours in a daze figuring out what paperwork has to go to who and whether my apps were in shape to apply online. When I finally took a break to make myself dinner, I decided stoicism could go hang and let myself cry. It helped, at least a little, I think.

I think, though, things will work out. I am extremely annoyed by the Common App online ("Extracurriculars? I do karate. No karate option? Martial Arts? . . . No? What the hell are Non-Varsity Athletics, anyway?") and I need to write a personal statement and essay for that, but I actually have pretty much everything for CMU filled out.

So thank goodness, for once, for parental nagging.

Spent three hours at a rehearsal that, actually, went well overall. And having to act chipper and capable for three hours can't help but make one feel a little more chipper and capable. I'm exhausted, though.

In far happier news, Dad got a video of Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In that I'm looking forward to watching.

*headclutch* Barnard is listed as "Barnard College, Columbia University." Barnard accepts the common application.

Columbia doesn't.

Aaaaaaigh. Oh well. Harvard and CMU both accept it, too, so I'll just bitch about Columbia.

On that note -- there will be a lot of whining in this journal about college and scholarship applications over the next few months. I'll do my best to put it all under cuts so you can ignore it if you so choose.

And I'll do my best to have something to say besides moaning about college apps. Really.