Don’t Let Me Stop You

Suggestions for our well-being–we all know what we should and what we shouldn’t do, and other people know what we should and shouldn’t do, but when we hear what is better for us from other people, I think it’s a knee-jerk reaction to do the exact opposite. It’s the whole theory of reverse-psychology in a nutshell.

While I do understand how frustrating it is to follow through with what you may be told to do, I also understand that there are certain limits that you have to consider when you make your decision and not make it purely out of spite. In my own life right now, I’m deciding which school I am going to sign my Statement of Intent to Register with, and while I have gotten into a few truly amazing schools, only one of them is out of state.

My parents have said time and time again how they would have loved for me to go to UCLA and live with my sister, or even better, go to UCI and stay at home with them, but I think if anything, it’s pushing me away (I also didn’t get into UCLA, but let’s stay in the positive, shall we?). Don’t get me wrong; I love, love, love my parents and even though sometimes they can be a bit overbearing (aren’t they all?), I know they mean well. None of my siblings have ever gone out-of-state for school before, except for the month that my sister decided to study abroad in Germany, so having me leaving the nest is going to leave it barer than usual.

yes macalester

Ever since I’ve gotten my acceptance letter to Macalester, my parents have been completely supportive, especially because I’ve dropped my moody demeanor and have had a smile plastered on my face for the entire week and a half that I’ve known. My mom even got me this huge double-layered furry blanket to bring to Minnesota once I move into my dorm in August. My parents are even letting me travel on my own to Minnesota this spring break to tour the school, an option that was never allowed before because they claimed I was too young, or too unprepared. I love how supportive they’re being–how truly they must love because they’re supporting what I want even if it’s so far from what they want.



The Facebook Update

-Insert mini-rant here-

Truthfully, honestly, everyone hates those people who post all their college acceptances online. I mean, don’t get my wrong, Facebook is a great way to keep track of your friends and update them with your life, but I feel that all of February and March on Facebook is a bragfest. I know so many people who post all the schools they’ve been accepted to, without any real inclination of going there, but just posting it for posting’s sake. I mean, what is the point of it?

Maybe I’m just being a little overly sensitive, but come on! Why do people feel the need to brag and show every single acceptance letter they get. What’s funnier is that they don’t show the rejection letters they receive; they only want to show off the positive aspects of themselves. Of course, this is human nature and it can’t be helped, but it’s still unsettling and makes me so angry sometimes!



I think the saddest thing about posting your acceptances on Facebook is that the people who are friends with you feel inadequate next to your acceptance, especially when a school that you considered a safety was their dream school. I completely understand that college admissions is a complicated, sometimes even a shot in the dark, process, but nonetheless, it presents this feeling of inadequacy and that people aren’t good enough.

By no means am I saying that sharing your success to the world is a bad thing; you should be proud that your hard work paid off, but I think some people take it too far and instead of showing the world their success and what they’re truly proud of, they are boasting and bragging about their supremacy above others.

Cometh Forth, Decisions

The month that I’ve been waiting for since senior year started has finally come. I feel like March is that final moment, the one that shows me whether or not the last four years of my educational career was successful or not. Okay, that was a bit melodramatic, but you get my drift.

To be honest, I expected this month to be more exciting; I expected to be getting an adrenaline rush every time I saw a new email or a piece of mail from one of my colleges. But it’s been surprisingly calm, collected, if not a little stoic. Other than my most recent acceptance, which I literally screamed about from upstairs, causing my brother to run up and throw on his concerned-big-brother face, receiving my decisions has been like checking my ordinary mail. I’m not sure what to expect, but I also know that whatever the decision is, my life will only be altered in the way I want it to be.

I think the hardest thing about this month is not coping with my own rejections, but rather seeing how some of my closest friends cope with theirs. It’s difficult to find the right things to say, to show them that even though a specific school does not want them, that they still have so much opportunity to keep on going, to keep on collecting acceptance letters even if they have that one rejection. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve gotten rejected from UCLA, but to be honest, I wasn’t expecting myself to get in. It’s truly disheartening to set yourself up for failure, and of course there was still that tiny piece of me that hoped and hoped, but I was also being what I call a realist. During this time, I feel like that’s one of those things that’s keeping me going.

A few days ago, one of my friends even posted a joke about her rejection, showing that though she was disappointed, she wasn’t going to let one decision get the best of her, that she’d conquer it with how the handles her life: with an open mind and the ability to not let these little things get her down. She posted “WOW I GOT ACCEPTED IN UCI BUT THEY WORDED IT FUNNY THEY WERE LIKE ‘… WE’RE UNABLE TO OFFER YOU ADMISSION…'” which I thought was just the greatest thing ever because it was also the day that I got my rejection letter from UCLA.


At the end of the day, I think the month of college acceptances truly opens up our eyes on how we deal with life and the decisions we make. Yes, it’s definitely hard knowing that certain schools don’t want you, but it’s a lot like when we start to work and we’re interviewing and interviewing for position after position, waiting to hear for the call back. In my own way, this month seems to be the most bittersweet my life has experienced.


I’m Backkkkkkkkkkkk~!

Hello blogging world,

After three weeks of no motivation, no time, and no sleep, I’ve finally come back to blogging to the very few that read my blog. Today, I’m going to be talking about bullying. We watched this movie called “3 O’Clock High” in my English class (we’re not quite done yet, but almost!) and it’s basically about this boy who gets bullied into fighting, you guessed it, a bully.

3 oclcok high

Where I am from, I don’t really see bullying as a problem, probably because I don’t really see it at all. Don’t get me wrong, there are always a few kids who are smart-alecks and feel the need to prove that they’re better than everyone else, but for the most part, I think the school that I go to does a pretty good job at being civil towards each other.

Of course I’ve seen bullying all the time on the big screen. Getting thrown into dumpsters, “losers” hidden behind coughs, and tripping the nerd in front of the girl he likes. It’s all been seen thanks to Hollywood renditions, but I have never ever seen such cruelty in real life.

Needless to say, I’m pretty thankful for the community I live in.