<p>Ahh. I’m so excited to find out where you and JB get accepted. And where you end up going.</p>
<p>Ridiculous.</p>
<p>When you both leave CC, it will be just Snoop and I unless some other paranoid juniors show up.</p>
<p>My Common App had little to do with my ECs. It was about the time I took a photo tour of my town. I mentioned my ECs in passing. You don’t have to tell the college that you are a member of the French Literature Time Wasters Club. They can see that on your list of clubs.</p>
<p>Yak read my common app, I think, it was totally random.</p>
<p>I have some paranoid juniors I might send in the direction of this site, only cool ones though, and only after all traces of my existence here are gone.</p>
<p>The only acceptance (or, more likely, rejection) I’m waiting for is Princeton. I’m not really counting on an acceptance though, so it’s in the back of my mind. I had four acceptances by January, which really helped in admissions stress. It did nothing, however, to relieve financial aid stress, which is still happening.</p>
<p>Haha. If only that club actually existed.</p>
<p>I’m pretty proud of my ECs. I have an important role in all of them, which is good. I just wish I hadn’t stopped playing soccer as a freshman. Because I thought I didn’t have any time then. Damnit.</p>
<p>I read a couple of your essays, Mike. So I’m guessing one of them was the common app one.</p>
<p>*You *played soccer? Also, my ECs are sparse. Like, you don’t even know. Ugh.</p>
<p>I kind of love iCarly.</p>
<p>And, our basketball team went to state. And won their semifinal game. WOOO.</p>
<p>I don’t care about sports. At all.</p>
<p>I had a rather Shakespearean evening. Not only did I finish my paper on The Taming of the Shrew, but I also read the whole of Act III in Macbeth.</p>
<p>Classy, guys.</p>
<p>Never shake thy gory locks at me.</p>
<p>I’ll now to bed this difficult of eves.</p>
<p>I just reread a short story I wrote in 7th grade. There was some serious lawlery around here.</p>
<p>I always like doing that.</p>
<p>I’m making paper puff stars.</p>
<p>I saw Benjamin Button.</p>
<p>I called it “Stripes, Leaves, and Purple Hearts”. It was about a tiger and a talking rabbit. You add all that together and judge for yourself.</p>
<p>I have to write four articles for the April Fool edition of my school newspaper. Four. By Tuesday. Crazy.</p>
<p>The Munch Exhibit at the Art Institute was pretty nifty.</p>
<p>Four hour practice today.</p>
<p>People at my school love Munch just 'cause they think “The Scream” is pretty swell.</p>
<p>I made a poster about Munch for art class in 8th grade. And “The Scream” is indeed pretty swell.</p>
<p>The Impressionists were the best painters. Really.</p>
<p>Que te comen el coco con los telefilmes, pero es un ardid, y estoy loco por irme a Madrid.</p>
<p>I wonder how they’d feel if they listened to this curator. The whole deal with the exhibit was how Munch promoted the idea that he was mentally ill and depressed to manipulate the art market. The guy had some crazy stories about how business-savy he was. The bit about his influences was interesting, too.</p>
<p>Practice was only three hours. Yay.</p>
<p>They’d probably be fascinated. I don’t think they actually know anything about Munch. They just love him anyway. They’re a very loving bunch.</p>
<p>My knowledge of art history is lacking. “To the max.”</p>