I finished applying to colleges. I sent my applications to ten schools. What a waste of time, I mean, what a personally enlightening experience. Except that I still have to figure out how to pay Brandeis and Oberlin, and I still have to interview for Oberlin, which is weird. But other than that I'm done.

( I wrote my Bard essay about a dollhouse. I have to write an essay about A Doll House this weekend, the play by Ibsen. )

The common application website needs to shoot itself in the hand it writes with.

Not only will it not die instantly but rather bleed out slowly, it will be faced with the fact that if it does live, it will have to learn to write with its other hand.

I finished it ( Read more... )

The Statistics article needs to shoot itself.

In the foot, so that it does not die instantly but rather bleeds out slowly.

Tonight: Cloudy with rain and snow this evening, becoming all snow overnight. Low 16F. Winds NNW at 10 to 15 mph. Chance of precip 80%. 1 to 3 inches of snow expected ( Read more... )

I know I already made a post about this essay, but I feel the need to publicize that I have finally reached the point of writing sentences that might actually be used in my paper. For example:

The strength of Merchant’s argument rests on her ability to provide multiple, believable examples of the ways in which humans have made alterations to their ( Read more... )

social history essay = worst assignment ever

(EVER)

Friend of the family died recently. Suicide. He wasn’t my friend. All my parents’ details from forty to fifteen years ago are so sketchy to me - they’re never fully explained. This guy, Stuart, was the brother of Nancy, who Craig (my dad) was in marching band with in high school. Craig and Nancy started going out when they were counselors at ( Read more... )

At the exact moment when, after years and years of harboring bitterness about the way my scanner didn't work, I had finally resigned myself to the fact and was fully prepared to run each page of my science presentation through the copier eleven times, at 4:30 in the morning before the last day of the trimester . . . I saw the laserjet assistance ( Read more... )

Things I hate:

Hume
manure
princesses

And by hate, I mean care about passionately.