Hello MyMajors Readers! Another month has passed; I’m awfully tired of playing the waiting game… I don’t think I’ve learned from December, for I gave into countless hours of Internet stalking College Confidential forums again. Bad Idea. But the long wait is almost over—2 more weeks ’till “Mid-March” when decisions start to be released.
After a successful first semester, I must say that things have been more relaxed. I wonder how important senior year grades are. First semester grades were by far the best I’ve done in high school. It is to my understanding that bad mid-year reports can hurt—but can good ones help? Is it too late to make a good impression?
People ask me whether I am nervous or not; I tell them no. Lies. I tell myself not to be, but my recent Google searches tell me otherwise. I’ve wasted afternoons researching things like “I’ve been rejected by all my universities. What do I do?” None of the answers provided much comfort except this one page I found that I’ve bookmarked on my Internet browser. For all you anxious wrecks out there like me, this is for you: http://talk.collegeconfidential.com/admissions-hindsight-lessons-learned/1034191-life-goes-somehow-magically-becomes-amazing-read-applicants.html
It truly let me know: no matter what happens, I will be alright.
On the plus side, with the whole college application stress being almost over, I have been spending many more weekends with family and friends. Out of the past five weeks since the start of second semester, I’ve hung out with friends four times [not that I’m counting or anything XD]. RECORD HIGH SOCIAL LIFE GUYS! I figured that my goal for second semester would be to catch the whole ideal “high school experience.” I went to my first winter formal, first school basketball game [first school sports game ever], and even hung out with friends from junior high that I rarely see anymore. I realize that I do not have much time left to enjoy my own room, my mother’s cooking, …. basically all the simple pleasures that come with being a child.
In English class, we’ve just finished a unit on Keats’ poetry. Now, I’m not a big fan of Keats. I personally find his writing much to flowery for the simple, repetitive message he includes in all his poems, but I did learn something from “Ode on a Grecian Urn.” When I first read the poem, the tone sounded so happy, it seemed almost sarcastic. Everything was frozen in time, with full potential, but never to reach the end result. After all, they’re pictures on an urn. Time has stood still for those images. When I first read the poem, I imagined that the people in the frozen image must have felt extremely frustrated to be held back by the stagnant time, but now I see it differently. I wish these last few months could last forever: the time before people knew to where they were parting ways. After these last few months, life won’t be the same. I’ll miss it.
Until next time,