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I was driving to school yesterday on my lovely 35 minute trip when I saw that my brake lights were on. They have been grinding for the last forever so I took the car to get it checked out. Low and behold I need new brakes, new struts, a new axle, and two new front tires. Grand total? My life savings to date.
Right after TASP I told myself I would keep up with everyone. I imagined myself spending hours writing letters and pulling brick-sized chunks of mail from my mailbox. Needless to say, I have done none of those things. I've tried to keep up with people through AIM, but other than that it has all just petered out.
Some of you know how I hate the phone, so that hasn't been helping the situation either. Hannah has caught me a few times (but believe me, she has missed me many, many more times). Robin got me here and there, and Jessie has weaseled her way into my ear. Though Alex called me a few weeks back, I haven't given her the damn courtesy of calling her back. So sorry about all that.
I don't know where I've been or what I've been up to since the last forever of my posting. I've been working (ah, the nursing home) and working (ah, the pottery store) and working (ah, crappy high school). In the end I've come out with little more than enough money to help pay for school and a measly report card. Bah!
I’ve got a healthy workload to keep me occupied for the next couple weeks, and I still have a few applications hanging over my head. Early application decisions come out soon so I’m sure I’m not the only one on edge about all that. I guess only in the midst of all this have I really realized how much I regret not keeping up with everyone as much. That surprised me because I thought I would notice such a thing when I had room/time to sit back and breathe, but it’s that constant presence that you all had at TASP that I miss most now, that knocking on my door while I wrote an essay, that subtle yet ever-present restlessness that was everywhere.
I really don’t know what has inspired me to write this little ramble just now. It’s probably partly because I might die due to car failure soon and partly because I just want to get stuff out before I go crazy with decisions in the mail. I wanted to write about TASP for one of my essays (Stanford… why do they have to be different and not use the common app?), but I don’t know that I could. I think that by letting so many things peter out I’ve lost some of the candor with which I could have described TASP months ago. Oh well.
In other news, I’ve never been one to bite my fingers or chain smoke, but I think I might take up both of those until the 15th. In reply to your post, Paul, I’ve applied to Harvard early action. I’m pretty sure there are a few others, too. It would be exciting to spend the next four years with you (you being Paul or anyone else who might not be Paul or Paul AND anyone else who might not be Paul). I’ll admit I’m not getting my hopes too high, but we’ll just have to wait a few more days to see about that.
We got a fake Christmas tree this year. A fake Christmas tree from Wal-Mart no less. I haven’t had a fake tree since… middle school when we threw our old fake tree (whose needs had all fallen off like any other tree in winter) in the trash. After that we bought real ones, but this year in our new house (last December was the first time I had ever moved) we have made the change to plastic. Mother Nature, I bet, now hates me and is plotting against me. I guess this is the final kick in the balls after I spent a year missing my old house and my old room and my old real-tree-Christmas. Add onto that a newfound missing for Ithaca and you have one interesting holiday season.
I think I might call dear, old Harvard up tomorrow to tell them that my car is in the shop because my brakes are busted. I’ll say that Mother Nature plans to kill me and will likely throw some black ice my way. Once they hear that my brakes aren’t going to help when I hit that patch of death, maybe they’ll let me know a little bit earlier. Hmmm. Food for thought.
P.S. Stacey, I’m glad that Benny and I could be of service to you in your Vietnam War class. After TASP I went to the South Asian water festival held, in part, by what is apparently the Khmer Rouge. As soon as my sister and I arrived, the festival was rained out. God, I love life.
Right after TASP I told myself I would keep up with everyone. I imagined myself spending hours writing letters and pulling brick-sized chunks of mail from my mailbox. Needless to say, I have done none of those things. I've tried to keep up with people through AIM, but other than that it has all just petered out.
Some of you know how I hate the phone, so that hasn't been helping the situation either. Hannah has caught me a few times (but believe me, she has missed me many, many more times). Robin got me here and there, and Jessie has weaseled her way into my ear. Though Alex called me a few weeks back, I haven't given her the damn courtesy of calling her back. So sorry about all that.
I don't know where I've been or what I've been up to since the last forever of my posting. I've been working (ah, the nursing home) and working (ah, the pottery store) and working (ah, crappy high school). In the end I've come out with little more than enough money to help pay for school and a measly report card. Bah!
I’ve got a healthy workload to keep me occupied for the next couple weeks, and I still have a few applications hanging over my head. Early application decisions come out soon so I’m sure I’m not the only one on edge about all that. I guess only in the midst of all this have I really realized how much I regret not keeping up with everyone as much. That surprised me because I thought I would notice such a thing when I had room/time to sit back and breathe, but it’s that constant presence that you all had at TASP that I miss most now, that knocking on my door while I wrote an essay, that subtle yet ever-present restlessness that was everywhere.
I really don’t know what has inspired me to write this little ramble just now. It’s probably partly because I might die due to car failure soon and partly because I just want to get stuff out before I go crazy with decisions in the mail. I wanted to write about TASP for one of my essays (Stanford… why do they have to be different and not use the common app?), but I don’t know that I could. I think that by letting so many things peter out I’ve lost some of the candor with which I could have described TASP months ago. Oh well.
In other news, I’ve never been one to bite my fingers or chain smoke, but I think I might take up both of those until the 15th. In reply to your post, Paul, I’ve applied to Harvard early action. I’m pretty sure there are a few others, too. It would be exciting to spend the next four years with you (you being Paul or anyone else who might not be Paul or Paul AND anyone else who might not be Paul). I’ll admit I’m not getting my hopes too high, but we’ll just have to wait a few more days to see about that.
We got a fake Christmas tree this year. A fake Christmas tree from Wal-Mart no less. I haven’t had a fake tree since… middle school when we threw our old fake tree (whose needs had all fallen off like any other tree in winter) in the trash. After that we bought real ones, but this year in our new house (last December was the first time I had ever moved) we have made the change to plastic. Mother Nature, I bet, now hates me and is plotting against me. I guess this is the final kick in the balls after I spent a year missing my old house and my old room and my old real-tree-Christmas. Add onto that a newfound missing for Ithaca and you have one interesting holiday season.
I think I might call dear, old Harvard up tomorrow to tell them that my car is in the shop because my brakes are busted. I’ll say that Mother Nature plans to kill me and will likely throw some black ice my way. Once they hear that my brakes aren’t going to help when I hit that patch of death, maybe they’ll let me know a little bit earlier. Hmmm. Food for thought.
P.S. Stacey, I’m glad that Benny and I could be of service to you in your Vietnam War class. After TASP I went to the South Asian water festival held, in part, by what is apparently the Khmer Rouge. As soon as my sister and I arrived, the festival was rained out. God, I love life.
posted by Urvesh at 1:01 AM
2 Comments:
Yeah, I've been lazy about returning Alex and Hannah's calls also. I'm not much of a phone person. My disadvantage is that I don't AIM either. Good to hear from you, Scurvy Urvey.
Michael
Oh Urvesh it is wonderful to hear from you and don't be soo bleak things will go your way soon enough. Have a nice life!!!
Theo
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