It is almost senior year and it is that time to start looking at colleges and deciding what colleges you like and applying to colleges and getting rejected by colleges and all that fun stuff. I just cannot wait for summer to be over and get right down to the college process. I have over four thousand colleges in the US alone to choose from. I only wish there were more to choose from make my decision just a tad harder.
I do believe I will be able to narrow it down to approximately twenty to one hundred colleges in a very short 6 months. Then, I get to apply, which, by the way, will probably be my absolute favorite part. I figure it will only take me four days to fill out each application, which, when you do the math, comes out to almost three months to around over a year for filling out applications. Stacks of papers and envelopes and essays and stamps and rewriting my name and address and phone number over and over and over. I can already smell the fresh scent of pills and lovely people in white coats. I think I shall be able to send out my applications within two years. I will just hang out in high school for an extra year to pass my extra time.
The excitement of receiving a letter from a college just makes me so giddy. I have already got my tent supplies ready to camp out next to the mailbox right down my street. I do not think I could take the suspense of having to walk three hundred feet to the mailbox everyday. Scaring the papers out of the mailman’s hands just sounds so much more fun.
I have been told that receiving a rejection letter is just so…heavenly. A little piece of you just dies inside and I only assume that piece goes to heaven, so it must be a nice feeling. I want to feel a little piece of heaven, so naturally I am excited to receive these letters.
College. The question is, are you ready for me?