This week, I have written a combined total of six hundred and fifty + five hundred and fifty + three hundred + two hundred and fifty + four hundred + fifty + fifty + one hundred and fifty + one hundred and fifty + one hundred and fifty + one hundred and fifty + fifty + fifty words for college applications. I still have to write six hundred and fifty + five hundred + three hundred + three hundred + three hundred + three hundred + seven hundred + five hundred words. Equivalent to six thousand three hundred and fifty words.
I decided the most fitting thing to write about this week was how many times I have cried, with photographic evidence for a few of them, and the reason behind each time. This last week, my parents have probably seen me for a grand total of 45 minutes. I leave the house every morning before they wake up and come home after around the time they go to sleep. This is because I have basically been living in Nichols Library’s Huddle Room 1. That huddle room has seen quite a few people cry (not name dropping me, Isabella Chew, Ria Pande, Ashley Chen, and Jessica Huang). I think I have developed a newfound hate for writing and word counts. As of this moment, I am sitting in a room at my mom’s office instead of my WIN session, hoping to crank out the rest of my supplements so I can submit my applications before the Common App starts crashing.
I miss school and I miss my friends; maybe I will start crying again today because of that. If I do, I will make sure I update the blog. Now, let’s take a journey through the month of October.
October 1st. I started the first morning of the first day of the month with an absolute banger crying session. I had to take the SAT that day, my birthday was the day before and I was so stressed the whole day because all I could think about was how I would have the worst three hours of my life the next day. I was emotional the whole day at school, I was thinking about reading section tips through the Crosstown game, and was silent at my birthday dinner with my dad and my sister. I also missed my mom. After I took the SAT, my friends and I went to Olive Garden where I had what was probably the most depressing meal of my life. Overall, it was the most mid day of my life and it foreshadowed the vibes for the rest of the month.
October 5th. I was so stressed that week that I popped a blood vessel in my eye. I do not remember why I was stressed but I think it was something to do with calculus and not being able to think of any ideas for my personal essay. It was a very short yet crucial crying session because it was from that day I realized that I needed to get grinding on college apps.
October 7th-8th. I cried in the break room at 11pm after my shift ended on Facetime with Soohyun and Izzy (reason: secret). Later at 2 am, my friend Facetimed me upset and I started crying because she was crying (this exact thing also happened on the morning of October 2nd).
In the middle half of the month, I do not recollect any huge crying sessions. Maybe I had some mini ones. If so, they were probably irrelevant since I didn’t document them in my snap memories.
October 21st. I cried to my manager at work in front of Mia because there was no way I would could come in for a six hour shift on Saturday and stick with my college app timeline.
October 22. I cried in the car with my dad while he drove me to Mock Trial practice. He told me to stop being stressed because even if I get in nowhere, I can still go to College of DuPage or Benedictine University. I almost cried at the nail salon with Ivy because I really just wanted to get my acrylics removed as quickly as possible so we could go to the library and write our supplements. But, they decided to give us the longest spa experience they could possibly think of. Later that day, I was sitting at a cafe with Louisa and I started crying because I was overwhelmed about my Michigan supplement. I was kind of expecting that one.
October 26. A few friends and I left school after 4th period so we could work on apps at the library. A few hours in, the combination of Zach telling me applying early action to Michigan can hurt my chances + Daniel telling me he doesn’t trust my edits, my BeReal caption is more eloquent than my personal essay, and that I should put a pin on any halloween parties I was planning on going to go because my supplementals were just the bad led me to have a solid five minute breakdown in Huddle Room 1.
October 27. I realized I had to write another essay for Lit.
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Just realized I met the word count. Goodbye. My UVA supplemental is waiting for me.
lines “this color represents adventure and social communication, you are not only an enthusiastic person but someone who is extroverted and full of vitality”.
m shopping, without even noticing, I gravitate towards all of the items whose color is a dark sapphire blue (which coincidentally happens to be my birthstone). I didn’t even notice it was my favorite color until one of my friends pointed out that everything I owned somehow all happened to be the same shade of blue. I find blue to be calming; it brings me a sense of peace and serenity. The complete opposite of the yellow. People who embody the color blue demonstrate the following traits:
never being too extreme in anything. It is one of the healthiest one can do to bring a certain sense of peace that is difficult to be found anywhere else.