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College...

I've never really thought about college before, but for the last few months since I took the PSAT and such, I've been getting emails from tons of colleges. According to my dad, all of them suck. This is how he decides if they suck or not:

 Have I heard of the college?----->No. ----->It sucks
-->Yes---->Do I know where it is located?---------->No.------------>It sucks
                     -->Yes---->Does it have the words 'art' or 'craft' in it?---->Yes.---->They suck
                                      -->No.---->Are they good at manly sports?------->No.------>They suck.
                                                     -->Yes.----->They might not suck. Go to BYU just in case, why do you even need to look at other colleges? Why are you                          
                                                                       worrying about this? There is absolutely no way I am ever letting you go to an art college! Did you know
                                                                       people do drugs at art colleges? Yeah, not going to happen! Do you want all you IB credits, all your hard  
                                                                       work, to be for nothing? Art schools are useless! Go be a doctor!

 For those of you who are unaware, I hate hospitals. I hate going to the doctors, or the dentists, or clinics of any kind. I hate things that smell like hospitals (Like cologne that is apparently supposed to smell manly and the hotel we stayed at for Silent Weekend), and I really, really hate needles. Sav has to hold my hand when I get my flu shot. I am so glad I am not diabetic! Also, I hate blood. I get queasy every time I see a sign for a blood drive, and I haven't even given blood yet. Ever. And I really really hate IVs. With a fiery burning passion. I will never be a doctor, a nurse, a dentist, a clinician, or one of those people who draw blood. I will never be a secretary at a hospital, and I will never EVER be a surgeon. The word scalpel gives me a migraine.

And yet, for some strange reason, my dad is under the impression (and has been since I was very little) that I would "do great things!" and those great things always happen to involve being a doctor, or something similar. He wants one of his children to cure diabetes or cancer or something, and I have always been the one most likely to read stuff, but Parker actually likes math and science. Why didn't my dad pick him?

I am in the Pre-IB program. It basically means I never sleep, and next year I will start developing female pattern baldness. When I do sleep, I have nightmares about failing my IB/AP tests, and my teachers teaching me the wrong things. I dream about my homework chasing me down the street...My aunt says I need to do meditation before I sleep to calm my aura, or my zen or something, which is probably a great idea in theory. If only I had the time to meditate...

So...this is me...writing on my blog instead of meditating or doing my Presidential Highlights. I keep thinking the AP test is in March instead of May, and then having an identity crisis at 2am. I should probably go work on it before every president of the U.S. and my APUSH teacher decide to haunt me in my sleep....









Also, Dad, I don't do drugs, but people do drugs at my high school all the time! If that is your reasoning, maybe I should just drop out and get my GED! Now what's worse, high school drop out, or Art College graduate with a Bachelor's Degree?

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