Damn, I wish someone actually read this blog. I haven't updated in quite some time. I have no good reason for that, it just happened.
I'm writing again because I'm going to college at the end of the summer. It's more cliched than I'm usually comfortable getting, but I think writing about it will make the adjustment easier.
Only a few days ago at the time of writing this, I sent in my deposit to the Oberlin College and Conservatory. They sent me a t-shit that says "Oberlin 2018" on it, which is ironic, because I'm doing a five year program, so I'm technically the class of 2019.
The college process has changed a lot since my parents were my age (according to them). My parents each only applied to three schools. I applied to eight. I knew a guy who knew a guy who applied to twenty in 2012. The worst part of the whole process was that I was very aware that I was being judged as a person. It was uncomfortable. The big schools really only cared about my grades, but the smaller ones (like Oberlin) asked really vague personal questions on their application.
So I was essentially laying my personality on the table, and eight different schools poked and prodded until they felt that I was worthy of joining their class of 2018, or 19.
That's why the best part of the college process is going to admitted students day. The roles are reversed. The school is trying to impress you. My dream for those days was to walk up to an admissions councilor, and demand that they write ME an essay about how their school demonstrates my core values in its daily life.
But I doubt that would be well recived.
What's really been on my mind for the past few days is far less of a joking matter. I've been accepted to a collage, and high school is winding down. In many ways, these are the last days of my childhood. I know how melodramatic that sounds, but its what I'm thinking, so deal.
This post was hastily written and ill-conceived. I'm currently working on another that's one big extended pee-joke. Stay tuned for some high class entertainment.
