Two Months Left!

Wow, only exactly two more months and my four-year tenure at The Williamsburg Charter High School is over.

What a run. The first school that I've been to and I spent all my time there (I've been to different elementary and junior high schools, but I've been to one high school, and I rather wouldn't be anywhere else. I mean that to a great extent.

What made my school the way it is? The wonderful people that go and work there. I'm glad to know all the students I have made friends with, as stuck-up as they may be. But they have taught me that here will be a variety of people in college and you can choose who you want to hang out with. But no matter what college(s) I'll be in, I won't meet any greater staff members or teachers that I have come to know over the years.

I'm sincerely going to miss everybody, but the good news is, it's far from over, so I'm going to make these last two months the best two months ever!!!

Back in the slump....

2009 is not my year. I may as well just be upfront. I thought things would get better, but not so. My life at school is in shambles. I found out what my grades were for this term, and I don't like them. I'm passing, but 'm not content:

• Government: 72
• Senior Seminar: 79
• English: 70
• Math: 78
• Art: 78
• Biology: 73
• Latin: 85

I find it crazy that I've been performing at this level, when I thought I would be doing way better. I'm back in the slump.

I have two months left until I'm officially out of high school. I need to step up to the plate or I'll be back making up classes for another semester.

Rejection hurts....

Yesterday was a bit of a rough patch for me, although it's not like I'm already bombarded with the craziness of the week in progress to get any last-minute work done before the third term ends tomorrow. I still have work to do anyway. But sometimes I wonder, what if my work doesn't pay off? Turns out it didn't. I didn't get accepted to NYU, the college of my dreams, the college that I was ready to give my life to, and I'm not handling it well, especially since they didn't show any faith in seeing what they could do for me as I was ready to show them what I could do in return.

I feel like I wasted my time, and I am shocked in their decision, and I'm also shocked in what made them go with that decision. I don't think I'll ever find out; it's not like I can call them and ask them, "WTF was that about?" That'd be crazy, more on the borderline of absurd. I want to pretend this didn't happen, but I can't. The damage is done, and is irreversible.

The good news is, there are other colleges out there that show some interest in having me as a sudent. I'll never forget the first acceptance letter I received, which was from Marymount Manhattan. Long Island University accepted me as well, and Marist had me on the waiting list. I would be somewhat content if NYU put me on the waiting list becuase at least they would have some interest in having me attend their school, but I guess that's not going to be the case.

I'll get over it, but I don't know how long it'll take though. I'll be starting my college career at Marymount and eventually transfer, but I'll never forget the moments and dreams that I had about being enthusiastic for becoming an NYU student. Those dreams will forever remain dreams.