Last Day of School

Hey, I'm going to Yale.

Cause I got it like that.

I'm incredibly excited but that's going to be another post.

I don't mean to be gross and mushy (but hey, what are blogs for?) but today was the last day of school and I am IN LOVE with the class of 2010.

Not only are these some of the smartest kids to come out of Chadwick, but they are some of the kindest, sweetest, most AMAZING, and talented as well. I'm so proud of everyone--and I'm so honored to call my self a SEN10R.

Of course today and yesterday was a crying fest...I'm emotional. But I'm in such a good place right now. I am SO LUCKY!

Of course now I have to finish taking a Physics final, Calculus AP, and writing a spanish essay...but who's really thinking about that when I have this picture to dwell on:



love you, 2010

London Calling

I just got done meeting some of the sweetest/nicest/sassiest/adorable-est kids from Gordonstoun!

They were basically on a theatre-exchange with our school and they were pretty cool...

I MISS THEM.

Anyway, I'm sad I couldn't get to know them better, but I seriously can't wait to visit Europe: London specifically! I mean the accents, the men, the atmosphere, the men, the accents!

HOW AMAZING WOULD THAT BE?!

Super amazing. Obviously.

Meanwhile, I've realized that I have exactly 4 days left of real school. Which is absolutely cray cray...How is my 13 years up? How is this really the end? It makes NO sense! I also have no idea where I'm going to college next year (but I'm visiting both so hopefully the answer will come to me then)

My life is all too exciting right now! I just can't contain myself! Also I ordered new glasses...I'm gonna look soooo smart.

Tally HO!

Hold up...

It's april...I'm a senior

WHY IN GOD'S NAME DO I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DO THIS WEEKEND???

psh, that WOULD be my life.

Updates:

Cute boys from Gordonstoun school are visiting Chadwick*
My body is sore from dancing
HAIR revival tonight
I want a Jamba
Still haven't made a college decision
THE INBETWEENERS is actually fabulous (one of these days I'm gonna have to do a comprehensive post about all tv shows I've watched/seen. I guarantee it will be epic)

My life is surprisingly simple. I'm kinda lovin' it.







**scottish men with accents. and they sing. and act. and are within my clutches!

Banks

I really don't like people who are rude to tellers. I also don't like people who are overly friendly with tellers.

Psh, It's not like you know that persons life...Since when are you guys best friends for life?!

I say this because of some guy who was chatting up the bank teller, thus making me wait for FOREVER in line. `

I hate banks. They stress me out. Hence the Jamba in my hand**.

Anyway, Godot is waiting (BA-DUM CHING!) and I have decisions to make.

Peace.



**this isn't technically an addiction, right?

Nigerian Wedding!

A quick break from the college type posts (blah, boring)

My cousin got married yesterday!!!

It was a traditional Nigerian wedding, meaning traditional dress, meaning I looked like this:

Awesome right?!

Anyway the wedding consisted of several ceremonial type things. Like they would bring out girls and the bride's dad (my uncle) would ask, "Is this the beautiful flower you saw in my house?" And the groom would be all, "she's cool....but that's not her!!" And then they would negotiate how much money the groom should pay to see a different girl (in the hopes that it's his bride) and then when they finally brought out my cousin, he had to pay just to peek behind the veil.

It was all very interesting, and very comedic--it was totally informal: people would yell out for him to pay more and stuff.

Well once he finally figured out who his bride was, there was a bunch of exchanging of stuff. Like the bitter kola, kola nut, horsepepper (each symbolizing different phases of the marriage). And then there was the exchange of gifts and the drinking of the pure water...there was just a lot going on. It was all VERY theatrical.

And I had a lot of fun considering that the whole thing was in either french, ibo, or some sort of pidgin English. Nigerian accents are strong.

Meanwhile, my "cousins" (you know the type who aren't really related to you but your families are intermarried) didn't know that we were cousins and so were apparently going on about me in french, only to flip a shit after realizing we're family. They were about ready to buy me (meaning marry me...but still that's not much better) according to my oldest cousin.

That's so weirdly and incestuously flattering.

In any case, today will be wedding part deux--church wedding. So I'm hoping to dodge some cousins and have a good time convincing the rest of the family that I will in fact NOT be the next one to get married.

Wish me luck!

OH SNAP!

Did y'all know I used to have another blog??

I never updated it...probably because I was too busy watching tv--I mean, applying to college.

Enjoy!

College

Hey!

So I have a great and wonderful problem...

I got into every college I applied to.

Which, admittedly is pretty amazing--so *toot toot* on my horn, but to be fair I only applied to 9 schools whereas most people applied to like 15.

So right now I'm deciding between two amazing schools. TWO FANTASTIC AMAZING SCHOOLS. I'm basically Caitlyn (hey gurl hey)**

Actually I'm deciding between three...but right now my mind is just totally zoned in on:

or

Again, I'm totally thankful. Seriously, Jesus, I don't know what I did to deserve this but thanks! I'm totally scared shitless though, I mean, what if I can't cut it in either atmosphere? I mean, seriously these are the geniuses of the nation--and anyone who knows me KNOWS that genius I am NOT. I'm smart, and pretty up on my pop culture references--verbal sparring skills are pretty decent but honestly,

yale? stanford? NO.

If I didn't have a jamba right now, I'd be having a full scale panic attack.

Not to mention my cousin is getting married today and it's going to be a full scale nigerian fiesta. And I have to wear traditional dress (aka shoot me now)

I see many pro-con lists in my future.

I'm happy. I feel like this song

I'll be fine. I'm good. I'm good.

oy vey.





**is it not creepy that my life and your life are the same?