Early Sunrise – Roommate – Involvement

I love a nice early sunrise because it signals for the approach of warmer weather and longer days. My bedroom faces the east, therefore I always catch the sunrise at full force – a blessing and a curse. I don’t sleep in in the summer because it’s impossibly hot in my room due to the extra light-heat. So I can get up nice and early and go for runs. It can be tough though, when I have long nights.

Graduation is just 4 months away which means college isn’t that far off either. In order to fully experience freshman year, I’ve opted to stay on campus. This whole process of trying to find a roommate is slightly frustrating and off-putting. The stereotypical self-describer will say that they “enjoy going out and having a good time, but school work is also very important”. Generic. And having a one-on-one conversation even over social media can be very awkward. I’m quite tempted to just let fate decide and having a random-draw for a roommate.

Going along with the college theme: one of the things I’m most excited for is getting involved as much as possible. I did heavy research of all the possibilities when I was accepted and I was so excited at the time. Whether it be to just make friends or to make a difference in my community, or to just better myself as a person. I want to explore and find out what I’m truly passionate about and maybe along the way, find out what I was meant for.


Accepted – Deferred – Rejected

With each passing year, college admissions gets more and more competitive. With the admission decisions comes joy, disappointment, and acceptance.

Accepted. The first words clue you in immediately. There is no need to sugarcoat an acceptance and so it starts with a big ol’ “Congratulations!” No matter the competitiveness of a college, an acceptance will still make you feel great. It feels like a heavy load has been lifted off your chest because suddenly, college is actually an option. It’s important to not just consider the ranking of a school when determining whether it’s the place for you. All acceptances are a blessing because there are always people who didn’t get into the school that you did.

Deferred. It’s the bittersweet of all decisions. You’re not accepted yet, chances of acceptance are slightly lower now. Yet you’re not rejected either. You could hold on to the hope that lady luck will come through or you can focus on the schools that have already accepted you. Unfortunately, deferrals are becoming more and more popular within colleges. They simply like having options. A lot of them don’t even reject students for early action. The worst part though, has to be the extra wait time. After months of anticipation, you have to once again, tune in your patience. That truly sucks.

Rejected. The extra sticky band-aid that rips our pieces of your heart and sanity. It’s official, you didn’t get in. It can feel like you’re not good enough for the school: not smart enough, not perfect enough, not adequate, inferior. This can hurt for a few moments, but things happen for a reason. Be honest with yourself: would you want to be at the bottom of the chain at your school or the top? Attend Harvard and struggle to maintain a passing GPA? Don’t set the bar too high or you might break an ankle on the way down.

Weather – Senior Quotes – Museums

Man is global warming real. He’s bipolar and shifty, and none too predictable. I hate the cold and it’s winter. But it hasn’t truly been winter because of the lack of snow. It’s been that nasty in-between: unbearably windy and mildly sunny. All I want to do is stay in my house: nay, in my bed. Every breath of cold air is like a stab to my heart. A lot of people across the country seem to think that their state has the worst weather patterns; the fact is: it’s actually disgusting everywhere because the planet is over-warming and the ice caps are melting, and the polar bears, oh the poor polar bears, have nowhere to go. Although one may argue that a personal dislike of weather is a first-world problem if one has shelter and food, the big picture shows that people have a seemingly selfish attitude that is actually a secret radar¬†for detecting bad omens to come.

To write: “To be or not to be…”, that is the question. Creativity is out there, but she’s hiding from you miscreants for not giving her the credit and appreciation she truly deserves. Ignoring all the cliches and famous quotations out there in the world (and there are a lot of those things floating around), what else is left for us simple-folk who procrastinate until the last possible day, only to end up rushing around, begging for friends and family to light a spark in our lonely minds. The best advice I can part with, without giving away my own quote, is to use context that is unique to yourself. Unfortunately, or maybe- fortunately, there is no golden rule or structured rubric for senior quotes. When we think about it, a senior quote isn’t really anything special or particularly life-changing unless it’s disgracefully embarrassing. Fact of the matter is, I’m paying for a yearbook so I’m going to splatter as much of me in it as possible: whether that be through literary genius or aesthetically- pleasing visuals. Just try to reflect you! If you’re corny: make a corn joke. If you’re cheesy: make a cheese joke. If you’re serious: quote Abe Lincoln. If you’re still lost: pick out your favorite animal and favorite food and put them together in a sentence.

At what age would you say do¬†humans start to fully appreciate art? Babies can rejoice at the sight of colorful splatters, surely this is a form of appreciation. Rather it’s when you’re 6 or 7, when you become easily bored by the lack of pizzazz. Nevertheless, you still accompany your family to museums and try to figure out just what is so special about the Mona Lisa. You may pretend to be invested in art-pieces that are quite trivial compared to the graphics on your video games. Ancient and centuries-old works are famous: peut-etre because they’re old? I am no art major or art critic. But I’ve come to realize that I am an art enthusiast. To be an enthusiast of something is the best kind of hands-off relationship. There are no requirements, no expectations: just relaxed and blissful enjoyment. My most recent visit to my local art museum has shown me just how therapeutic and touching art can be. It’s in a new way that’s different from the try-hard attitude of a child. Without realizing it, I was dreading to leave my oasis. Spending an abundance of time with each piece leaves many pieces undiscovered. One need not be an artist to enjoy the relief that art can provide. Being surrounded by color or lack of it in a dim setting is definitely better than a typical everyday setting.