College Admissions

Currently kids all over the country are jumping for joy or locking themselves in their rooms crying all because a stranger gave the yes or no on their admission to college. While that part of my life is over (thank God!) and I've now graduated I still look back on that time and want to lock myself in a room and cry. The process is just awful and there is no way around it. I was very lucky because my parents did a great job of acting like it wasn't a huge deal but I took on the role of being absolutely panicked. I ate an entire cheesecake one day due to the stress. I kept telling myself I wasn't going to get accepted anywhere and the only places I was going to get into would set me up for a role of 'light bulb changer' in some large corporate office. The though of being rejected everywhere or the even scarier thought of getting in and graduating just become a nobody was just too much to handle. However, the older I get the more I realize that you end up where you want to end up. Sometimes you have to work harder to get there than others but you can define your own destiny.

The reality is, it is hard to accept that your daily decisions affect your life months and even years from today. It's hard to always strive for perfection and continue to push yourself. I find myself in a routine and struggle to break out to find new ideas or side project to work on. Maybe getting back to this blog will let me think outside of my daily routine.

Today the New York Times ran a Q and A of frequent college admissions questions and had them answered by a few high powered deans, it was pretty interesting. You can find the article here.

Love Your Body Week

Last week was love your body week here at Boston College which even the thought of is just ridiculous to me. If girls were going to love their bodies and embrace bodies of all shapes and sizes they won't have gone to BC instead these people picked schools like Wellesley where their mind mattered and not their body or a community college that doesn't have a gym.
There is always a girl who is skinner, with prettier hair, better jeans, more expensive Yves Saint Laurent bags and that girl will ALWAYS work out next to you at the gym. That's just a fact of going to Boston College. My better than me girl has no name, I'd like to think it's something like Gisele but in reality it's probably something more upstate New York, old money like. She could be a Mitsy. She's tall, with long legs and gorgeous long blond. She wears spandex pants that I could never pull off and she carries 'the bag.' It's a large (probably weighs more than she does) white base, black emblem Yves Saint Laurent tote of perfection. This girl makes me want to run a marathon everyday and marry rich to have a perfect Park Avenue apartment and of course to be able to have that bag! No matter what time I go to the gym Mitsy or one of Mitsy's celery eating friends will be running next to the only open treadmill. So thanks girls for making me want to force feed you hamburgers and steal your bags. I'll have extra scoop of ice cream just for you during the next Love your Body Week!

The cold weather gave me a COLD!

For the past week I have been fights a cold. All of my colds go through the same steps

1. Morning Sore Throat
2. Afternoon Congestion
3. The Cough

Of course by the time I'm coughing my other symptoms are gone so I guess that makes it a little better but not really. This cough is horrible it keeps me up at night and is extremely embarrassing in the library! And as much as I complain about being sick it wasn't too bad because it did give me a excuse to sleep 10-13 hours a night and watch an entire season of Sex and the City in a day a half. Today though I decided I'm over the cold. I went to the gym but more importantly I washed my sheets which clearly means I'm healthy and can enter the real world again.

Still having bad dreams

I woke up last night at 5:30 wide awake and coughing up a storm but the good news was that I hadn't woken up due to a bad dream. Two and a half hours later though l woke up in tears well not literally but physically I felt like I had been crying for hours.

Recap of last nights dream (please bare with me it is a dream and doesn't really make sense): I was going to a regatta, big regatta. For some reason I was in charge of my boyfriend's entire life, well not really but for a kid who can pack everything he owns into his car his snowboard bag is his life. So there I was with all my crap for a regatta and a HUGE bag that was bigger than me filled with his snowboard shit. For some odd reason we took a ferry to this regatta (remember this is a dream.) When we landed we piled everyones luggage on the dock and started to move it into the house but when I went back for his bag it was GONE! I thought someone had brought it in for me so I was searching through the entire house. Because it was a dream the house was HUGE four maybe even five stories and I was frantically running up and down stairs searching under beds and even through the garage and no luck. We all came to the conclusion that it fallen INTO THE OCEAN! And was gone forever. So then I had to tell him... In tears I had to break the news that it was gone and it was my fault and I felt horrible.

As I rolled out of bed I wanted to wipe my eyes but of course I hadn't really been crying but I still felt awful! Thank goodness it was only a dream, nothing a cup of tea and a piece of toast couldn't fix.

Dreams

I've never been one to remember my dreams. I normally wake up refreshed, with a clear head and craving some form of food. Normally ice cream after a nap and eggs or toast in the mornings. But for the past two days I haven't woken up craving anything because I've been too distracted by my incredibly disturbing dreams. I've been in houses that are continually changing and slowly dividing up all the members of my family. I've been chased by sharks that end up eating all the kids I'm coaching (a lot of blood in the water it was really bad.) This was clearly a dream because a. I don't like to get wet b. I don't swim with the kids, EVER! Also I've had dreams of blacking out while walking and instead of hitting the floor I continually fall through space.

I think I'm dreaming because I'm not sleeping as hard as I normally do because I'm not as tired. This theory will be tested today, I'm not napping and I'm taking a nice long trip to the gym. Wish me luck!

More Time, More Work

While I thought this whole lack of sailing thing would give me tons of free time to enjoy myself it has definitely not. I spent my entire weekend studying for a midterm I had on Tuesday and preparing to hand in a midterm on Monday. Thank goodness I had a friend in town to get me out of my dorm room and into the city on Monday afternoon. We took a trip to Bodega AKA Boston's Hip-Hop palace! The store front is mini store 24 (for people in the south it's like a 711 but way sketchier!) It has everything you could imagine from toilet paper to random magazines. However as you walk by the Snapple machine the entire front of the machine slides to the side and you enter into an upscale retail store. This place carries all of the latest Nike Dunks, hoodies, t-shirts and of course hats! The clothes were cool and all but for me the store concept was the best part. What a genius idea! It served the upper end of the community with the fashion and the lower end with household goods. Plus they had a permanent crew, 10 guys who were just there because it was a cool place to hang out. Here's a write up if you want to check it out.

Homecoming at Dartmouth

After quitting I did the only thing I could think to do... leave BC and head north to see friends. I had completely forgotten that this was their Homecoming weekend but seeing the halfway constructed bonfire in the middle of the green I knew it was going to be a good time to visit. Thursday ended up being a typical night in the Psi U basement however they have gotten a new pledge class which is always exciting! Seeing Matty and Ben 'all dressed up' was just adorable!

After a quick trip to the hospital on Friday morning (yes my eye issues are back and in full force) I spent the afternoon sailing in the rain with the Dartmouth team and it was blast. Somehow I forgot that sailing should be fun even if it's raining, you're eye is swollen and watery, you're tell tails are wet and you're not winning every race. It made me realize that I had picked the wrong college sailing program... it wasn't so much me but the program I was part.

Friday night was the big campus bonfire which is just one more thing I can check off the list of things to do at other schools. It was still raining a bit but the ridiculously dressed and naked freshman running around the bonfire was definitely a good distraction. I found this video of last years bonfire which is exactly like this years except their were more umbrellas and this video of the bonfire falling. All and all a great way to spend the end of my week.