What to do...

I spent this past weekend doing what else but... looking for/at colleges... again.  What a fun and exciting process that simply makes me want to tear my hair out!  It's not enough for me to have to sift through thousands of names of institution of higher education on databases, hoping I haven't overlooked anything.  From there, I have to see how expensive each one is, how selective it is, what my chances are of getting in, location, size, student comments, etc.  No, in addition to that, my parents have thrown a few more monkeywrenches into the equation (which already is of gigantic proportions! >:O ).  Earlier this month, my parents proposed to me the idea of attending a two year college to finish X-ray tech school (like my mom), and then, since I like brains so much, I should then go on to get a graduate degree in MRI-ing (and also going to community college and moving to UConn in my junior year.  [No comment])  

Here's where my problem lies.  I am a diligent little researcher, and I have easily found that an MRI tech makes a steady (and larger) income as compared to an English major.  So I figured, I can write the Next Great American Novel in my spare time, while comfortably living with my parents while I put several thousand dollars in my bank account in order to buy myself a better life later.  It sounded good (and I know this because my mom's fellow schoolmate who is almost twenty  years my mom's junior is living the same life, though she's not a "writer").  Then I thought, wait, I would be missing out on everything I've been feed about college since I moved to America.  But go to a real university, major in English, and who knows, become a technical writer (while I write the NGAM at home), will greatly depleat my parents' wallets and hurt the future of my own before I am able to pay off any debts.

So, I'm stuck in a place where I have no more information to go on, and I can't make an educated guess.  Or an educated decision.  The life of a college student has certain appeal, but because at seventeen, I have to decide the general direction of what I really want to do with the rest of my life, I don't know what to do.  Maybe I should skip the parties and get a steady job that would support my creative endeavors?  Who knows, maybe I'll move to Boston, and maybe there'll be time to attend art school to study fashion.  Then I can work for like, RL or Tommy or something.

Anyone else frustrated by the system we've been placed in?!

What a Delinquent.

After coming back to school, I've noticed I've been keeping myself on a steady (if not monstrously malnutritious) diet of milked-down coffee (loads of sugar, please!) and unparalleled stress.  And no, for those of you who may be reading this and are in my (Wellness) gym class, it's definitely not eustress.  It's not something I would advice other people to do, although I'm sure most people I know probably adopted a similar diet, perhaps replacing the coffee with tea, or soda, or whatnot.

 Anyway, this morning I was informed by a very informal notice (in small print, might I add, because I missed it at first), that if I did not pay the library the money I owed for other people's books (that they took from my house and forgot to bring back on time) and my own, I would be placed on the "delinquency list".  Now, my first thought was "Oh, no, anything but that!”  My second had less dramatics, as it was, "What is the 'delinquency list'?"  Like, am I going to be hauled off to a Saturday because I couldn't pay $2.95?  The grown-up library down the street just keeps tacking on change until my lazy self walks in one time to check out a book, and the librarian informs me I owe a hefty sum I could use to make multiple coffee runs.  (Yes, now you all know I have a habit of not returning books in a long time, so watch out.  I probably could have bought myself that new Macbook I'm salivating over sometime this year if I kept all that money--keep a tracking device on all the books you loan me!)

 But this got me thinking: Why is the school holding not giving me my report card or a detention if I don't pay back the money by tomorrow, when the first notice was given to me late last week?  And more importantly, why do people who forgot just once have to receive the same punishment as those who repeatedly “forget” (Too many liars?)?  Just because you would like to squash a largely irrelevent pest rebellion, doesn't mean all of the people who would gladly (I use the word loosely) oblige but sometimes forget have to suffer.  Really?  Really.  I know that the institution may be trying to prepare us for the "Real World", but I've been living in this World since I was born, and, yes, it's Real.  I can tell, because I not only have stress from school, I also carry on my concussion-ed head (another story) the burden of social interactions, parental interferences, overblown dreams and aspirations, and a dog who has to wee every five minutes (it's the medication).  No, I haven't learned everything, not nearly as much as I would like to, but I know I'm living in what you would call this "Real World".

New Post of the New Year

What about writing?

I think since the only thing I constantly have with me is my imagination (as silly as it sounds) and words and ideas find me almost anywhere, I think I'll dedicate this blog to writing and my surroundings.  I figured I should write about what I know, and I think I know writing (speaking of which, I labored over a pesky two-page paper for AP English for the past four hours, including the countless amount of times I found myself being sidetracked on the internet--hope it comes out alright).  

So, yes, writing.  This is the official start of something new.  We'll see whether it flies or ends up on failblog.com labeled "Blog Fail".  Wish me luck! ^^