So Far So Good

September 12, 2010

Senior year, week one finished. Here’s what I have to do: my brag sheet. Here’s what I’ve done: gone to the mall, gone to Cranbury, had brunch at the Americana, walked around campus. Not in that order. Here’s what I’m trying to do: Read Tess, art history textbook, essay for Sullivan’s class. Here’s what I’m waiting for: Glee, the end of this semester.

Here’s what I’m listening to as I do all of this:

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Summer of College

July 19, 2010

Here’s what I like in a school: flexibility, freedom, no core curriculum and a beautiful athletic center. I found all of those at the two colleges/universities that I’ve looked at so far this weekend: Hampshire College and Wesleyan University, and have made my decision to apply to both of them.

Hampshire College. What a place. It really stands out among all the other liberal arts colleges, it’s so unique and fun. I love their create your own major/thesis/end of college project approach as opposed to having to declare a set major, I love all of the classes the course catalogue has to offer, and the different fields of study that I can dabble in and that I can dabble in as many as I like in order to find my fit. I enjoyed the tour guides, and if they’re a good representation of what all of the students are like, I’m sure I’d love the student body. I love the location of the campus-a 20 minute drive from Amherst, sprawled out across acres of rolling green hills and farms and tall, healthy trees. If it weren’t for the hideous 70’s style concrete block architecture (which I say with love-the tour guide admits it too!) and my love for challenging/stressing myself out, I would apply to Hampshire early and call it a day. But because I love to set my sights higher than they should go, I’m going to apply to a reach school early.

Oh Wesleyan. How smitten I am with you. Your meal plans, your frequent concerts, your bustling campus life, your amazingly beautiful fitness center… I could go on. And that doesn’t even get me started on all the academics and academic opportunities that you have to offer. I am going to do everything in my power to get accepted into your class of 2015. I loved Middletown-yes, I’ll admit that it reminded me of Princeton. Like, a lot. And I’ll admit that because it reminded me so much of Princeton, I was very drawn to it. I felt comfortable there, well, probably not as comfortable as I do in Princeton. As it has been said, there’s no place like home. But I need to get out of Princeton-I love it, but I’m sick of it. Besides, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or is it out of sight, out of mind? That is the real question.

After making my decision to apply to Wesleyan early decision, I started feeling very unwell. I’m so very scared for college, but excited at the same time. And those two feelings-fear and hope-they don’t mix well. I have to eliminate all of my fear.


Obligatory

May 7, 2010


Why I hate being a junior: I don’t have time to do stuff like this.

Hi Grace!

P.S. Team J. Groff/Jesse St. James ftw


The Way To My Heart

March 10, 2010

I’ve got a cracked computer screen, (thank you, Milo) an aching left glute and unfinished homework assignments, and all I want to do is sleep. And procrastinate. I had a world assignment worth 100 points due on Monday that I still haven’t finished because, quite frankly, I don’t feel like writing thesis statements. And I have a ton of English notes to take. And a math assignment that I’ve sort of finished…okay I’m halfway there. I have no motivation whatsoever any more! Damn you, third quarter!

And the crack in my computer screen is so deep and keeps threatening to get deeper-I’m sitting with my laptop on my lap and every time I move the slightest bit, it ripples. And every time it ripples, I cry a little bit inside.

ALSO, to make matters worse, the weather has gotten beautiful over the past few days, and I’ve been struggling really hard with staying inside to do work. I spent a good amount of monday afternoon strolling around the park and enjoying the warm air, but I didn’t bother to bring my work outside. Well, the grass is still muddy from the melted snow, and that’s where I would prefer to sit while doing homework. And spring STILL isn’t for another eleven days, and the weekend still isn’t for another three days. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this week-at least next week I’ll have the CSPA and the week after that spring break to look forward to. I just wish I could concentrate for an hour on homework so I can get sleep tonight, which I wont because I have a lot of work to do that I’ll end up starting at 9:30. I need to be more successful with managing my time, because I suck at it.

Aah I’ve wasted so much time writing this blog! I need to get off the computer and shower and come back ready to take Huck Finn notes and finish my article. And maybe some math homework. I must say, high school really is the bee’s knees!

Photo Credits: taken and edited by Jenny Davis


For What It’s Worth

March 6, 2010

There are many reasons why I love the Testostertones, the all-male a cappella group at my high school. As I have mentioned before, many of my friends are Tones, and because of this I support them fully. I also enjoy a cappella performances, and the Tones do beautiful arrangements of a wide variety of songs that are really fun to listen to. However, just like everybody else, the Tones are not perfect, which was exemplified in their performance tonight at the Mr. PHS competition. I’m not saying that they did badly, especially because the acoustics in the gym are horrible and is precisely why the whole show should have taken place in the auditorium. I’m also not going to reprimand them for the slip up that was made during Kids, I promise, because I don’t blame them for it. It was embarrassing, and I did bury my face in my arms and squeal a little bit because I couldn’t watch, but Marcus saved the day with his angelic voice singing “Decisions to decisions are made and not bought/but I though this wouldn’t hurt a lot…I guess not” (a.k.a. the best song line ever). Just after they finished Kids and raced up the bleachers into the row behind me, the student council advisors called them back down and demanded they give a second performance. When given this second chance, the Testostertones bounced back like pros. I really wanted the boys to sing For What It’s Worth, because it had been stuck in my head all day and the Tones do a wonderful rendition of it. While people around me were voting that they sing Streets of Philadelphia or Don’t Stop Believing, all I wanted was to hear Del and Dan harmonize as they belted “Paranoia strikes deep/Into your life it will creep.” I honestly thought they would go with Don’t Stop Believing, because a.) it’s a classic, and b.) they were performing right before the judges chose the winner of the pageant. Much to my pleasant surprise, I got what I wanted. My heart almost burst open with love for the Tones, and I had enough self-control to not sing along so I could hear them. Unfortunately, the audience reception of them was so loud after the first verse that it drowned out Del’s singing, but I’m sure that they’ll sing it again sometime in the next few months. Also, I’m keeping my fingers crossed at the possibility of a Tones CD being recorded, because I would love a copy of that!

So I wanted to post this to say, great job tonight boys, you were a pleasure as always.


Doodles.

March 5, 2010

thank you, excruciating boredom

For the past few days, I’ve felt hallow. I feel the need for nothing, I feel a longing for nothing, and my motivation levels are at an all time low. It’s taken me three days to think of something to write about in this blog post. It’s probably because my mind has been completely fried by all of these standardized tests that I’ve been taking. The junior class at PHS (and all around New Jersey, for that matter) took part in the excruciatingly boring and mandatory High School Proficiency Assessment (HSPA) this week. It’s our last standardized test that is given in school, EVER, (HOORAY FOR SECOND-SEMESTER SENIORDOM!) but it was still a week from hell.

This morning, I spent two hours testing for a score that’s barely going to count for anything. Afterwards, I was completely drained, and could barely focus on what really matters in school-studying for all the tests that I’ll be taking in the next few months. I’m convinced that the only thing these school-regulated standardized tests are good for is seeing how good the teachers are and how well they teach. It’s not gonna matter for me, colleges aren’t going to look at my HSPA scores or my TerraNova scores to determine whether they will accept me or not. That’s not how these things work.

Unfortunately for me, passing the HSPAs is a graduation requirement at PHS. Well, I’m not saying that they’re particularly hard, because they aren’t. I just don’t really care, and would rather just breeze through the test as opposed to having to take it seriously. But I need to, because it’s the most important test I’ll take at PHS throughout my high school career apparently, so I did.

As a result, I didn’t want to do school. I didn’t want to take notes in APES or fill out any more bubbles, which I ended up doing in French today because we have yet ANOTHER standardized test coming up in a few weeks just for that class. However, that test is optional and an excuse for me to show off my knowledge of grammar and maybe win an award or something, so I chose to take it.

Anyway, back to my hallow feeling. This week was supposed to be exciting. I was supposed to be getting pumped up for my white rabbit costume that I’m wearing when I go to see Alice in Wonderland tomorrow and spending the week re-reading the book for the umpteenth time. But I ended up having no desire to read anything, let alone flex my creative muscles. All I’ve done all week with the free time that I usually spend doing something productive, like writing or studying, is stare at my computer monitor and refresh the daily what.

But I’m going to stop being pessimistic and look on the bright side of things. Maybe now that testing has ending, I’ll feel the need to get stuff done, as I usually do. Maybe all the motivation that I’ve been lacking will come back with full force for the weekend and I can get a TON of studying/homework/writing done. Maybe this will be my most productive weekend EVER! But that’s just a maybe, I can’t make any promises. Now I should probably stop writing and go bake cookies for bike club before Marcus bites my head off.


Cute of the Day

February 16, 2010

Thank you, Savage Chickens