Day 11 – Frustration and Bad Dreams January 6, 2012

Yesterday and today were consumed by orientation and a zig-zag across campus to various offices. Frustrating? Yes. Worth it? Yes. Am I done yet? Haha that’s a funny question. Here’s a tip: When the an office at school get something wrong, or you do, it is okay to get frustrated; but only on the inside. The end of yesterday was very frustrating but I got it all worked out without freaking. As soon as one says “I am so frustrated” it becomes true and it makes things more frustrating and that is where freaking comes from. Sometimes people are rude (which no has been so far at UNCG), sometimes things come up and an adviser isn’t available, and sometimes it seems like every single class is full. Things do tend to work out. I am in my third year of college and I can promise that things do tend to work out. Not always but usually. Last night I had a dream that I was told by these giggly girls that I failed an entrance exam and couldn’t take classes. Dreams like that are why we avoid freaking.

I promise I am not breaking anything in the photo, I had to take the picture myself so I decided to get creative. Wearing a thrifted Gap sweater, Costco cami, hand-me-down jeans, and Doc Marten hiking boots. My Doc Martens I super comfortable, though not the most fashionable style. I will make them stylish if I have to, they are that awesome.

In the photo: A very sleepy me, hand-me-down sweater, thrifted Levi’s, and Vans. I am having this internal battle over whether or not it is okay to wear Vans and skinny jeans, it’s very 15-year-old skater emo kid to me. Maybe I can pull it off? Maybe if Shaun White can I can too!

Day 2 – I Got Into UNC-G! December 27, 2011

While I have known that I got into UNC-G for a couple of days now, and was reassured by countless friends not to sweat it I’ll get in, it is still a great feeling to open a big navy blue envelope and read “Congratulations!”.  About a month and half ago I got a rejection letter from the school that “everyone get’s into”. Needless to say, that totally hurt. It was also very surprising considering that fact that I’ve made the Dean’s List, am member of the honor society, have a sparkly GPA, volunteer when I can, and teach basic engineering concepts to children using LEGOS. And that’s me totally being modest. Kids, college applications are not a place to be modest, you have to sell yourself. So what I did was sat in my Daddy’s lap and cried in frustration, and then marched my butt over to admissions and very professionally and politely asked for the reason I was rejected. That answer was very simple; I hadn’t completed two classes required for transfer, two classes I was documented as taking that semester. Could they have said that I was tentatively admitted? Yes, from what I understand that is what they normally do. But that doesn’t matter now. After awaiting some nail-bitter grades I got in!

This is me sporting a Target t-shirt, hand-me-down jeans, elderly running shoes, a necklace my parents got me at a gift shop called Sisters, and my totally real acceptance letter to UNC-G! This look perfectly fit for a Dr.’s visit (sans letter of course).