In life, we have choices.
Some of them are good, some of them are bad.
More often then not we're stuck at the crossroads of two or more contemplating life and everything in between.
Yet, we are not all Robert Frost.
We don't always take the road less traveled on.
Sometimes we need familiarity, stability or something else.
During this point in the college process, I've received all my acceptance letters, either by email or in the mail with large letters that shout: CONGRATULATIONS! While this would seem like a joyous moment in any normal student's life, I see that word and cringe inside.
I've been hopping that at least one school would reject me.
That one school would tell me no.
It's not because I like rejection or that I don't want to go to any of these schools. It's because when people are given too many options, it's that much easier to make a mistake, to go down the wrong path. Yet, it's time to face reality. It's time to be an adult, or so my mother says.
As the May deadline approaches the horizon, I find myself looking out into the distance. Into the manifest of my brain, the unknown.
I'm so confused, I have no idea where to go. Every school I applied to is big, has a variety of clubs and energized students (aka the complete opposite of where I go now). Yet, they're so vastly similar to each other or are such polar opposites, I get confused.
Do I want to go to a school in the city or one with a campus on Long Island? Do I want an easy 4 years ahead of me or be challenged? Which school will help me get into my dream grad/law school, at Columbia?
So many questions, but a loss for answers.
When I completed my last application I wished upon a star (yes it's cliche) that I'd fall in love with one school that has everything I want. The truth is, I like a bunch of little things from a handful of schools. Whenever I eliminate one, I decide to bring it back into my hand as an option after I think about all the pros it has.
A lot of people have told me to make a list of everything I want in a school. The truth is, the only school that has everything I want is out of reach. Not only have they not given me any response yet, but it'd be impossible to afford and my SATs are not high enough.
I wish I was a genius.
I wish Columbia accepted be and gave me a full scholarship.
I wish every school gave me a full scholarship and fought over me. That way I can change my mind an afford to make mistakes. Yet, that's also unrealistic. The school that offers me full now, if rejected, most likely won't offer it again if I decide to transfer into it.
I wish someone would tell me what to do, but I know they can't. All I can do right now is make my list and lay down in the grass, staring at the stars waiting for a sign.
How have you decided to narrow down your list of potential schools? Are you indecisive like me?
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
The Curtain Begins to Fall: End of the Year Conferences
Hello there faithful readers. I haven't posted in a while due to academic constraints and traveling abroad, both of which I apologize for. Please stay tuned for blog posts about both in the near future.
For now, close your eyes and imagine this: Music notes and the soft sound of footsteps fill an empty room. Your body, swaying, is reflected in all angles from the floor to ceiling mirrors. The faint smell of sweat and perfume wraps around your body, surrounding you. A single light shines trough the window indicating that its almost noon. Slowly, the beam of life that danced with you, recedes into the horizon with each soft note. Almost simultaneously, the stings supporting the drapes begin to fall like soft snowflakes at the dawn of winter. Minute by minute, second by second, it inches closer...
It may be cliche to say, but in the words of William Shakespeare, "All the world's a stage" and high school is just one of the many we are to perform on in our lifetime.
Since it is March, that leaves me only about 3 and a half months before the cur
tain falls and I get up on stage for one last time to receive my diploma. While I am excited to start on my journey into college, (In fact I think I mentally checked out last week, hello Senioritis!) the end of the high school means I need to face the inevitable Senior Portfolio Exhibition aka Senior Portfolio Presentations.
A senior portfolio presentation is when seniors wishing to graduate have to showcase work from each year they've been in high school to a panel of teachers, school network members, peers and sometimes parents. During the presentations, seniors are evaluated to see if what they've learned prepares them for college and beyond. Depending on how well your presentation goes and your grades, determines whether or not you get to walk during graduation (Or so I've been told, I'm not really 100% sure. It could be the teachers just scaring us into putting an effort.)
Nonetheless, as the days to June begin to slip out of my fingers, I get more and more anxious. About the presentation, about graduation, about my future. All I can do right now is gather my work, outline a presentation, organize my thoughts and hope for the best.
But then again, there really is no hope needed. I feel as if the best is going to come, it's up to use to determine how we handle it.
Will we accept it?
Will we choose to fight the future and responsibilities like these conferences?
And with those rhetorical questions I politely bow my head as the curtain begins to fall, in order to plan for my next scene.
For now, close your eyes and imagine this: Music notes and the soft sound of footsteps fill an empty room. Your body, swaying, is reflected in all angles from the floor to ceiling mirrors. The faint smell of sweat and perfume wraps around your body, surrounding you. A single light shines trough the window indicating that its almost noon. Slowly, the beam of life that danced with you, recedes into the horizon with each soft note. Almost simultaneously, the stings supporting the drapes begin to fall like soft snowflakes at the dawn of winter. Minute by minute, second by second, it inches closer...
It may be cliche to say, but in the words of William Shakespeare, "All the world's a stage" and high school is just one of the many we are to perform on in our lifetime.
Since it is March, that leaves me only about 3 and a half months before the cur
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| A Spanish Project I recently completed that will most likely be one of the pieces in my Senior Portfolio Presentation. |
A senior portfolio presentation is when seniors wishing to graduate have to showcase work from each year they've been in high school to a panel of teachers, school network members, peers and sometimes parents. During the presentations, seniors are evaluated to see if what they've learned prepares them for college and beyond. Depending on how well your presentation goes and your grades, determines whether or not you get to walk during graduation (Or so I've been told, I'm not really 100% sure. It could be the teachers just scaring us into putting an effort.)
Nonetheless, as the days to June begin to slip out of my fingers, I get more and more anxious. About the presentation, about graduation, about my future. All I can do right now is gather my work, outline a presentation, organize my thoughts and hope for the best.
But then again, there really is no hope needed. I feel as if the best is going to come, it's up to use to determine how we handle it.
Will we accept it?
Will we choose to fight the future and responsibilities like these conferences?
And with those rhetorical questions I politely bow my head as the curtain begins to fall, in order to plan for my next scene.
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