Can you believe it? School has just ended, and already I'm worrying about next year. Because next year is when I start all those stupid college applications (which are all due by freaking January 1st; so much for a lovely Christmas holiday). I don't even know where I'm applying. They (and by "they" I mean the stupid useless college help websites) recommend at least a handful of choices, but I can only think of two. One that's about 20 minutes from here, and then Cornell University.
CORNELL UNIVERSITY. THE STUPID IVY LEAGUE UNIVERSITY.
I don't even know why I'm applying there. You have to be the son of a god to get in (or at least rich enough to donate a library to them). Maybe it's because it's the only place I think I'd ever want to go. I know so much about it, and it's only a couple hours from home. I know I won't get in though.
SHUT UP NO IT WONT
And this whole year, I've just been asking myself, is it even worth it? I subjected myself to extremely high loads of stress (by my own choice, taking all those stupid advanced classes), but is all this work even going to matter? I won't get into my dream college anyways, and I'm just convinced I won't get into any college I even consider.
I walked into school at the beginning of junior year a happy, life-loving girl. I walked out at the end of the year with huge bags under my eyes and a hole in my heart. I miss the old me.
Sorry for this extremely depressing post, I just really had to get that off my chest.