adiva_calandia

( Sir boy, I will whip you from your foining fence! )

*loooong breath*

For all intents and purposes, I'm enrolled at Carnegie Mellon.

Pittsburgh, baby, here I come.

....

Despite the prominent phrase "Barnard will not accept any financial aid applications begun after the deadline," they both want me and want to give me $25k.

HOLY SHIT.

A WINNER IS ME.

BITE ME, HARVARD AND-- wait, I can't insult Columbia if I go to Barnard.

Now I have to make a decision. Crap.

Helloooooo, Official Fat Envelope from CMU.

(No, seriously, that's what it says on the envelope. "This is the official fat envelope.")

Helloooooo, crisis of "Is this really what I want to do?"

This is not unexpected, mind -- I had something of an anxiety attack a few weeks back about whether I really want to be in a conservatory, studying something as esoteric as dramaturgy, do I even want to do dramaturgy, oh god what will I do with my life, et cetera et cetera et cetera -- but it is more immediate than it was then.

There's no question that I'm going to accept, of course, and very little question that I'll attend. Their preliminary estimate for aid, based on our financial status alone, was astouding, and we haven't even started talking merit scholarships yet.

Nevertheless, I'm e-mailing Doc to ask about what kind of options there are for transferring between departments, stuff like that. Because if midway through sophomore year I discover that lighting design fulfills me in a way analysis never can (not an impossible situation by any means -- I can't describe how much I liked lighting this summer), I'd like to be able to go pursue that.

Anyway.

*eying rehearsal schedule for West's Much Ado and performance dates for ATY's Much Ado*

Fuck.

( Thinking aloud, feel free to ignore )

So I could do it. It might suck, but it's feasible. Kinda.

Hrrrrm.

ETA: Except it would mean, effectively, giving up the chance to test for my next belt rank in karate. Which is a definite drawback. Although, on the other hand, both shows would be done by mid-May, giving me about two months before leaving to maybe work on it.

Jesus. *headclutch* Also, doing both would mean no chance to do Ren Faire, or at least to do the fight show at the Faire.

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Mail today contained a return receipts from Barnard, Hahvahd, and CMU, saying they'd received my forms yesterday.

It also contained a letter from Barnard saying "Look, we have your CSS and FAFSA, but we can't continue your award process 'til we have these forms." The letter's postmarked Feb 16 -- which should mean they have my forms now, and are continuing my award process.

Can you say SIGH OF RELIEF? I knew you could.

I am SO SICK of applications. *flails at them*

But there's the Presidential Scholar one done, which actually gets some sullenly granted points for giving me a chance to write about a) what a small-town bumpkin I am and how much I like it, b) how I am like the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle, and c) how vitally significant chopping a tree down was to the development of my character.

Hmph. Silly feds.

(Actually I really hope I get this one. Bargaining chip!)

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( Greeks Bearing Gifts commentary )

I'm gonna need a Torchwood tag, at this rate.

Bullet points are your friend when you didn't get much sleep.

*First, I poke avatarplot people to check their e-mail and tag where discussed. There is progress, yes? Let's make it more progress? I want to be done with thsi baby.

*Got all my tax forms mailed in. *pumps fist* Harvard has some instituion-specific forms to finish, but we should be done with those soon. I'm pretty sure I missed something or other on the Barnard app, but at this point I'm beyond caring. Their huge bloody packet of papers is in, so hah.

Check back with me on the "beyond caring" bit when I start having to grovel.

*You know you've been spending too much time RPing when you dream in AIM chat format.

*Dad's party was a success, even if I do dislike making smalltalk. We have very funny friends. Of course, now the cat is extremely needy, but that's hardly a change from the norm.

*Okay, here's the thing about the Lake Party? I sit down here writing about how nice the sun and the grass and the just-right-for-swimming water in, and then I go upstairs and there's a foot and a half of accumlated snow on the deck outside the windows. And that makes me go "D:"

But those threads are well, well worth it, so.

ETA: Oh, also? We may not have broken LJ, but we sure made my computer complain.

*See that icon? That's part of a Warhol-style print I made during the intensive, repeated six times and with the highly pretentious text Nay, let them only see us/While we wear the mask underneath. Aaaand apparently it's getting entered in a district-wide art show, if the art teacher decides it'll fit. Which I suspect she will, since she's the one who asked me to bring it in.

So, uh. *thumbs up* Something else to put on the resume.

. . . College e-mails are surreal.

I mean. I guess an e-mail from "New Student Services" with the subject Vandal Friday would appeal to some people . . . 'Cept it's not what it sounds like. It's a standard "Come see our college!" plug from the University of Idaho. Whose mascots, apparently, are Vandals.

Man, does that inspire some weirdness in Moscow, ID, or what? "Look at what those damn vandals did to my store!" "Hey, those Vandals are a hard-working bunch!" "No, not those, someone -- oh never mind."

Found appropriate shirts for Gen and Mir's projects (that offer is still open), which I count as a win.

Um. Also. *muffled, from hiding place beneath desk* If I decided to develop Academy!Charles a little more for defy_ka, would anyone be interested in playing with him? 'Cause the other option is for me to continue writing fic, and, um, if my brain heads in the directions I expect, that will be very doomy indeed.

(OH ALSO I had this thought. Meg is totally Simon. It all works! The brilliant older sibling, nevertheless outstripped by the younger sibling, who would stop at nothing to protect the younger. Although Meg rescuing Charles from the Academy would be a very different escapade than Simon rescuing River -- boundaries of space and time mean a lot less in this 'verse -- and the aftermath would be very different, starting with the involvement of their parents.

Aaaanyway.)

ETA: *blinks at phone*

Uh. That was the local rep from Harvard calling to schedule an interview.

....

Cool.

Columbia and CMU financial aid forms = defeated. Mostly, anyway -- I'll have to mail them tax return stuff, but I've got the lion's share done.

Mid-year reports = delivered to Natalie for finishing, and will be mailed tomorrow.

Boo freaking yah.

Time for foods.

wtf exhaustion.

Two academia related events of the day:

1) ( Where did English come from?, asked the eighth grader. )

2) ( Joss Whedon has a whole section of academic study to himself, said the Adiva to her parents. )

Productive day, I'd say. Got some college app stuff distributed, got a sponsor for my peer-taught, and saw the rest of Cool Hand Luke.

And now I'm going to take a nap.