As of ten hours ago, I was pretty decided I was going to William and Mary in Williamsburg, Virginia next fall. It's a great school, amazingly strong IR/Global Studies/Public Policy programs, and a good price. Hell, I was planning on becoming a resident of Virginia so my senior year I could just pay $16K.
Providence College accepted me too.
I just found out this morning Rutgers admitted me. I have to email them to find out what the aid offer is.
I feel very befuddled. Probably because even though I thought I would get into every school I applied to, I didn't actually think it would happen. And it did.
I wonder if that means I should have devoted more time to my applications as a senior in high school, instead of trying to get everything done at once while balancing a breakdown and way too many responsibilities.
This grown up shit is weird.
Mad Girl’s Love Song
Sylvia Plath
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.(I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,And arbitrary blackness gallops in:I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bedAnd sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.(I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:Exit seraphim and Satan's men:I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said,But I grow old and I forget your name.(I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead;At least when spring comes they roar back again.I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
Howth, Ireland
Labels: fall, growing up, poem, transferring
posted by Courtney at 1:39 AM