Ok, so, my first entry was cheesy AND it didn't really make a lot of sense. Now that I've crossed that hurdle of starting and worrying about it being perfect (and then making it sound stupid instead), I can start blogging.
I am still sharing thoughts. They're just going to sound like boring, average college student thoughts. But it's ok, because nobody reads this. Nobody even knows it exists. (So why did I feel the need to write that I know how lame the first entry was?)
Anyway. I was so excited last year when I finished my last college application. I applied to 6. I was going to apply to a few more but convinced my dad that that was unnecessay. I was accepted to all of them, and I'm a good student, so that wasn't the worry. My dad figured I'd get more scholarship money if I had more schools going after me. Seriously though, after filling out 6 applications, writing essays, having transcripts sent, and asking for letters of recommendation... I was tired of it. I couldn't even reuse essays! Every school has its own specific question for you to answer. I could take certain sentences or paragraphs from other essays, but that was almost more work than just writing the whole thing out.
Okay so back to my point. I was so happy to be done with that last application. I felt so free! Until my dad had me start on my scholarship applications. There is no end to torture like that. There are so many scholarships out there, and each application takes time and patience.... and a lot of nagging from my dad. Every few hours he would ask me if I'd finished such-and-such application or he'd ask how many applications I'd gotten done that day. The worst was when I watched tv or went on the computer. I would spend my day at school, work, come home to do homework, and then I was expected to plunge right into the scholarship applications. It was beyond frustrating. If I thought I was excited to finish my college applications, the day my dad let me be done with scholarship applications was like a mix of Christmas, New Years, and my birthday.
One major problem with scholarships is that many are not renewable. Most of the ones that are require a new application the next year. So, now that it is almost February, I'm back to the applications. My dad isn't here to nag me, but the first thing he says to me when we talk is always "how many have you applied for?" Apparently he bugs my mom about it now, so I told her to tell him I've gotten 2 done (which I have). I'm expected to apply for 10 this year.
That's 10 scholarship applications, plus 5 classes, 7 extra-curricular activities, one newsletter back home I write for, a social life, and sleep. I get a whole week off of school starting a week from tomorrow, and since I can't work then I'm sure that will be a major application time. Joy.
Of course, I am still going to make time for blogging and facebooking and enjoying myself. You're only a freshman in college once ;)
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