Note: I have not been accepted to Princeton. I haven't even applied yet! This post is just a few musings about my visit.
Well friends, the long-awaited first installment of the college visit post is hereee! I know you've all been waiting on the edge of your seats, unable to sleep at night and everything (;
As soon as you saw the words "Princeton University," many of you must have reacted like such: "Dang girl, you're shooting reeeaally high."
Yes, I am. I have no shortage of ambition. I have no shortage of impossible-sounding goals. But I also happen to have no shortage of determination and dedication.
"What schools have you visited?" My friends ask.
"Well, there's WashU in St. Louis, Princeton, UPenn, and we're going to Vanderbilt soon," I think for a moment and list them off.
The look on some of their faces is a mixture of incredulity and amusement. It's déjà vu--it's still fresh in my mind from when I told them I really, really, really (did I mention really?) wanted to be a National Merit Semi-finalist. No matter how hard you work, no matter how smart people may think you are, things like this are always a long shot.
I still remember subjecting myself to painful, long, countless practice tests every single weekend. I still remember doing a section of a practice SAT every single night. Oh, you can bet I still remember it all.
The days leading up to when our PSAT scores came back were a mess. I poured out all my worries to my friends. I rocked back and forth, breathing heavily and whimpering (mostly out of my characteristic histrionics).
Then the day came. I flipped open the packet and happy numbers greeted me. I shrieked, jumping up and down, wrapping my friend in a crazed hug. My old English teacher rushed outside to the hallway because he thought I had died or something.
Top, Target ($6)// Skirt, Target ($5)// Shoes, China ($6)// Necklace, Macy's ($5)// Leather bag, thrifted ($3)
While we don't get the official confirmation letter until the fall, Ohio's average scores would've had to drastically change for me not to make the cut. Nothing is ever guaranteed; something could've gone wrong--anything really can happen. But because I had wanted that so badly, I had worked my my butt off to make my chances as favorable as possible.
Moral of the story? It really all comes down to how much you want something. How much it would mean for you to achieve it. How much you're willing to sweat, labor, and toil to get there.
What I want is for my three years thus far of working my butt off in high school to pay off. What I want is an application that I'm proud to say is mine. What I want is a school that fits me well. What I want is a school where I can be happy. What I want is a school that will prepare me best for the real world.
Is that school Princeton? After a visit on a rainy day, I can heartily say yes. The setting is mostly suburban. They have a variety of strong major programs so ole indecisive me can pick and choose. The campus has that closed feel. The running club competes. The non-major orchestra is fantastic. The study abroad rate is high. The self-initiative is strong. The thesis requirement intrigues me. The school has no shortage of money to give generous scholarships.
The place very well feels like somewhere I could be happy for another four years or more.
The cute little town setting across the street charmed me immediately...and take a look at that sticker on a store window below...am I ever glad haha!
Yes, I'm aiming high. Yes, I could very well miss my shot. The odds are against me, but God has a perfect plan, crafted just for me, and this could be part of it, or it might not.
This is one of those things when you have to try your very hardest, but can't expect anything. This is one of those things when how much you want it really matters. You put your application together with ginger care, you craft a beautiful essay, you work your butt off to get the grades and test scores, you send it out, and the rest is no longer in your hands. This will be me in a few short months.
It scares me, but that's how you know that your dream is a good one.
Do I want it enough? Is it meant to be?
Only time will tell.
This post is much too lengthy for another of my tales, so I'll be sharing the story of how I came up with a possible career path next time!
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As much as it pains me to leave your comments unanswered, my violin and AP Lit homework have been very lonely today. I'll be out and about the blogosphere tomorrow, visiting all your lovely sites.
A bientôt, mes amis. Until then, keep enjoying the lovely summer days.