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By the time y’all read this, the Common App will be open, I’ll be in the middle of nowhere, Michigan at marching band camp, and life will have gotten just a bit crazier.
This past month was absolutely wonderful, but after being home for almost 48 hours straight without leaving for another trip, I’m getting pre-homesick. Summer can be tiring after a while. I shamelessly checked out eighteen library books last week, and I’ve been making quite the dent in them.
Of course, everything comes with lessons. I figured out ways to up my Instagram game, much to the happiness of my more social media-savy friends. The key, apparently, is in using VSCOcam and emojis in your captions. Who knew?
I also learned how to be an even better second chair in orchestra/band; it’s cool that in those situations, my part was just as – and sometimes more – valued as the principal player’s. To get super metaphorical for a bit, I think that applies to life a lot. Our lives, the white-collar jobs we’re striving for, none of that would be possible without the tireless effort of those not as well off. And reaching towards college, it’s always good to remind yourself that your college name isn’t everything.
I finally finished up my college visits a few weeks ago. In my interviews, I realized something: I have to play up the aspect of myself that makes me want to apply to that college and only that college so much that it’s uncomfortable, and that’s okay. They’ll get the whole picture come application time. So I feel like an overenthusiastic cheerleader sans-bow, but such is life.
In terms of my actual application, I took a step back from my essays. I wrote my University of Michigan supplement whilst at Blue Lake, and I’ve already got my University of Chicago supplement outlined. Honestly, because we had to write our Common App essay for AP Lang, I’ve been able to take a step back from it for a few months, which is super appreciated. My parents aren’t a fan of the subject matter I chose to tackle, and I’m not exactly sure what to do. I understand where they’re coming from, but it’s a huge part of who I am as a person, and I want to showcase and share that. I’ve written other drafts for other topics, but nothing is as resounding as what immediately came to mind. Honestly, if I could just compile these posts and turn them in, I’d be golden.
Being a senior is such an odd privilege. I get to make all these monumental decisions about my future and still have downtime (and I don’t have to pay my own Internet bill, yaaaasss). But I’m not quite eighteen yet, and by next spring I’ll have decided where I’ll be spending the next chunk of my life. I’m scared, oh so scared. I’m not in the slightest ready to move away from home emotionally. Yes, I’ll become the mom of my friend group and flourish academically and in my extracurriculars, but I’m already missing my parents and my dog. I do whenever I’m away, and I get to come home. In college, I don’t get that luxury. It might be, depending on where I end up, months between visits. I’ve shared my thoughts with a lot of people, and everyone’s like, “Oh, you’ll be fine. And if you don’t like it, you can transfer.” But then I have to uproot my life all over again and handle the application process and on and on. I want to make the right decision.
Am I excited for senior year? Yes, absolutely. I get to be a leader even more in my school and community (and getting to say I’m off to college next fall is pretty darn awesome). I’m already seeing my perception of the world shift and the way people interact with me change. And I think that’s what this will be a lot of: change. A lot of last firsts, saying goodbyes, emotionally packing my bags, and whatnot. But hey, go b16 or go home, right?