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Feeling alone as you swim through the terrifying waters known as the college admission process? Have no fear! We have five seniors blogging about ups, downs, and random in-betweens of their college process for the next 12 months (from June 2014 to June 2015!). Sit back, relax, and get that “OMG I totally get you, bro” feeling. Information for how to contact a blogger will be at the bottom of his/her posts.

I’m not too sure what I’m doing.

I realize this introduction isn’t the most confidence inducing, but it can’t hurt to set the bar low. Chances are, you have no idea what you’re doing either, so at least we can be lost together.

That aside, I’m sure you can tell from the title that my name is Jenny Wang. It’s a pretty common name, really. I mean, I have at least five friends with the same first name, and another who’s also called Jenny Wang (she changed her name after she met me, though I don’t know if that says more about her personality or mine). As of right now, I live in a moderate sized (is four hundred people per grade moderate?) public high school, somewhere close to Vancouver, British Columbia. The city I reside in, Coquitlam, roughly means “smelly red fish”, though I assure you that this isn’t an accurate description at all. This area isn’t what you would expect Canada to look like. It’s not that cold, and when it does snow, it quickly turns to slush. Just imagine Seattle, except Canadian. That’s where I am.

The school I attend is highly academic based, which explains how we have more math awards than sports awards lining our hallways. The environment is somewhat competitive, so it’s no surprise when someone lies to their friend about how hard an exam was, or tells someone the wrong test date as a joke. Needless to say, most people in my area, myself included, are planning on attending university.

This is where my first statement applies. When it comes to the future, (or even just an odd calculus problem or two), I have no idea what’s happening. What am I going to do with my life? As of right now, my list of what I don’t want to do is a mile longer than what I want to do. I considered going into medicine, but decided that I didn’t have the patience for med school, I considered becoming a teacher, but decided I had spent enough of my life in school facilities (though yelling at children would definitely be a plus), and I considered computer sciences, but then realized that I still have trouble aligning bullet points on Word. The list goes on.

In contrast, what I’m interested in, or can consider myself doing for the rest of my life is a depressingly bleak list. I like talking to people. I like yelling at people. I like travelling, though airplane food is a punishment no one should have to endure. I like reading, though I can’t imagine making a living out of that. Thus, business seems like my only option, since it incorporates my dream situation: travelling the world and yelling at people, until I make enough money to retire early, so that I can sleep and read my life away.

Though my reasons aren’t the most logical or sound, it has helped me formulate something that resembles a plan. Now, all that’s left for me to do is to find a university, and pray to whatever god that I somehow get accepted. Though I have no control over my acceptances, I at least get to decide which universities to apply to (well, as much control as possible for someone with overbearing parents).

Just like a significant other, there is no such thing as a perfect university (I swear that sounded less tacky in my mind). Other than the obvious, what I look for in a university is great scenery, a beautiful campus, decent food, an absence of extreme weather, and a higher ratio of males to females (because it isn’t just an education that I’m seeking in university). Needless to say, I haven’t found the perfect university, though there are some that are worth considering.

In addition, not only am I applying to American universities, but Canadian ones as well. So many of my family and friends keep asking me why I want to study in the states, and to be brutally honest, I have no idea. With the amount of shootings, and crimes, and misleading measuring systems (who thought measuring in feet would be accurate in any way?), I still feel that America is the “land of opportunity”, or however that saying goes. Plus, the complimentary biscuits at Red Lobster are definitely worth the risk of leaving the country.

Thus, this is my plan so far. I know it hasn’t been the best introduction, and all I’ve said is that I’m confused and love biscuits, but this has still been an accurate description of myself, or at least, as good as it’s going to get. And just like many of you, I have no idea what I’m doing (I’m sure this comes as a surprise, it’s not like I’ve said this numerous times already), but hopefully by the end of this year, as I blog my way through this confusion, I’ll formulate an plan, or at least get some sort of idea.

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