There have been a few significant developments during the last week that have prevented me from actually being able to write. The most significant of those developments is so significant that I cannot actually share what it is until the situation has run it's course. Other developments have included weird job applications and the purchase of rave tickets. Also, I've been trying to write this post for three days running now and Blogger has been acting up, so fingers crossed that I can actually get through this.
As for the job applications, I have an interview tomorrow and I'm following up on an application at a different place as soon as that's finished, just to keep my bases covered. As for the rave tickets, I will be attending the two big shows that are happening between now and October.
These things are nice, but are definitely not serving as enough of a distraction from the fact that I START MY SENIOR YEAR ON FRIDAY. Oh dear God.
I've only just started my summer homework, which I have for three of the four AP classes that I am taking this year. I've gotten my psychology done, which is sort of a miracle because I read an entire textbook in one night and then proceeded to write coherently about its contents. I'm working on my literature homework right now and it's pretty horrifically boring (hence the blog break) I'm not even half-way done with my AP 2D Studio Art assignment.
This class concerns me. I haven't done art since freshman year and I don't know if I'm going to be able to hold my own in a class of miniature artistic geniuses and prodigal sons. I know I have talent, but do I have enough?
As for statistics, I am so terrified to even take that class that I am deliberately not allowing myself to find out if there was summer homework. I only found out two days ago that I would even be in the class and the terror has been building ever since. I am a retard child when it comes to mathematics...
I'm throwing myself into this summer homework blitz to avoid the big reality that is baring down upon me: I'm applying to colleges soon. Actual colleges. As in, future-dictating colleges. Sweet fuckity Jesus, I'm going to be graduating in a matter of months.
My life is suddenly becoming all adulthood and the last remains of any semblance of free time, room for laziness, or relaxation are slipping away as the beginning of the school year inches closer. My entire life is about to become a nonstop stress machine. Needless to say, I am absolutely stoked.
Heh, not.
I mean, I am excited to get the fuck out of this state and start shaping my life, but to be completely honest, I don't think I'm ready to. I don't even know how much I want the things I wanted last year at this time. What I really want right now is another week of summer so that I can spend it with Technicolor Boy and his cat, drinking coffee and watching old superhero movies.
Alas, real life is coming at me fast and there is nothing I can do but hunker down and prepare for the incredible shitstorm that will be my final year of high school. After that, real, tangible adulthood.
Shit's about to get real.
Julia
Hot damn, you're starting school tomorrow?? Here in Michigan we have another half-month! Good luck with your AP homework...I wish I lived somewhere that offered those courses, instead of cutting Advanced English for more gym classes.
ReplyDeleteDamn girl. Good luck with all that AP stuff. I'm so glad that I don't have to deal with it anymore.
ReplyDeleteAlso, don't sweat AP art. Don't worry about the other kids in your class, just focus on your portfolio!