Maybe they have one in Cambridge that I can go to, since I'm going to Harvard.
I think that, the more times I say it, the more I'll start to believe I'm going there. It took me like, a week to come to terms with the fact that I got in, and now I'm going.
I'm heading down on Saturday to see if I can start to fall in love with it. Plus I want to buy a sweatshirt.
In other news, life goes on. I have AP tests in a couple of weeks. English should be decent, but whoever corrects my Calc exam is going to see a whole lot of artwork and not a lot of numbers. After that, there's prom in early May, for which I already have a dress and a date. Talk about preparedness. Then it's class trip, with Lit Mag getting published in between, then there's graduation. It turns out I am writing a speech; not the speech, but I was salutatorian in eighth grade too, and I know I'll get great joy out of writing a kick-ass speech that makes the valedictorian look bad. (She's my friend, but hey, my sympathy only goes so far.) Recital is the weekend after that--it's Peter Pan for those of you who don't know, and I'm playing the twelve year old in tights. Yessss. It'll be fun XD. After recital...I don't know what. Life, I guess. So, here's to the summer of 2010: may you be a celebration of the evolution of our collective lifelessness. I salute you.
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