Sometimes I think I have lousy character. I don't do things because I feel I want to, but it's because I need to, or other people view it as something that I have to do. Like tonight, out of nowhere, my mom insists that I get the application done for Boston College's early admission application. I don't want to do it, yet I know I'll be forced to because my mother wants me to go there. I, for one, don't see my future there. Why bother wasting the money on an application if I'm going to resist making a name for myself in that establishment? *sigh* I'll do it anyway. I'll be upo until about eleven or twelve working on an essay that I don't even want to write, but know that it has to be spectacular so that perchance I don't get accepted anywhere else, maybe the little personal essay I had to write on the Boston College application may be what caught the admissions officer's eye and got me admitted.
Yeah. Sixteen of two-hundred and something-odd students is never enough. You still need to fill out the damned applications.