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| So I just sent in my Fashion Institute of Technology Academic History and Essay which officially completes my application for the term of Fall 2009. I don't know whether I have a good chance or a bad chance. Honestly, you can do all the analyzing in the world, sitting here looking at statistics, SATs, GPAs and you still will never know. This year, I've learned that it doesn't matter what college you're applying to or who you are; in the end, nothing is a sure thing and at the same time, nothing is impossible. It's hit or miss. No letter of acceptance or rejection can validate us as students. I have never let a number define me and I'm not going to start now. I admit that I've been completely wrapped up in this entire FIT thing, but what it all boils down to is unfairness. It would be unspeakable if anyone ever had the balls to admit in a public forum or god forbid, Collegeboard itself, that college admissions processes are crap and perhaps the most arbitrary thing that exists in our educational system. Try wrapping your mind around the idea that your fate lies in the hands of another human being, a human being that could've had an eruptive argument with her husband just earlier that morning, a human being that could've picked the wrong hot dog stand for lunch just ten minutes prior to reading your personal statement (of hell) which inevitably led to his fleeing to the bathroom to relieve himself while he left your three months worth of work in shambles on the floor, or a human being that just hates the fact that your last name does not resemble his. It's ridiculous, to say the very least. ..the waiting commences.. | | |
| So...
I didn’t get POSSE. It was disappointing, no doubt. I mean I made such a fuss about it being the bottom line and what I wanted. Ironically, it’s actually not what I wanted at all. Hamilton..sure, it was in New York, but it was in Clinton, New York. UPSTATE! Hello boonies. I know it sounds very convenient for me to be so fine with it right after I didn’t get it; but when I got my letter, I dropped everything and just thought about life. What is it that I’m here to do? What have I wanted from the beginning? It scared me that I was ready to give my life away to something that I didn’t even really want. If I had won the scholarship, that would’ve been it. I would’ve been bound to that school, with no chance of really fulfilling my dreams.
I talked to my dad about going to fashion school finally. I never thought I would have enough courage to do that. He struck me as the: “fashion isn’t a real career” type of person, and anyone who has ever met him would see why.
Surprisingly, he was really supportive of me doing it. Don’t get me wrong. He didn’t approve, but he was supportive. That was enough.
I’m applying to FIT now and it is undoubtedly my top choice. I can say that with so much confidence it’s insane. Everyone knows how I wanted to go to NYU before, but I’ll say right now that if I am accepted to FIT, I’m going to go, and nothing is going to stop me.
Like I said before..it sounds really convenient that I’m so fine with not getting the scholarship, but I really am. I don’t want people to feel bad for me. I mean I want to go to the FASHION INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY IN THE HEART OF MANHATTAN more than I want to go to Hamilton College in the boonies. Yall can believe that right? Haha.
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| This post is really just meant to calm my nerves.
It's late and I really should be getting to bed, but I just don't feel sleepy. I never feel sleepy the night before, but I pay dearly the next morning.
So...tomorrow. This is it. It's so ironic that these six years of hard work and sweat have come down to this one day--in the form of an interview, no less. If I had been warned that my future would depend solely on a 3 hour interview, I would've..well let's not go there. 3 hours!? That's 0.000020145 of my life. I'm not even entirely sure on how to verbally utter that number. Everyone's been telling me that I'll get it, that I'll do great. "Hey Vincent, if you don't get it it's not the end of the world", but isn't it? I want this with every fiber of my being and if I don't get it that's it. That's my last chance to go to a "real" college. I feel superficial in saying so, but I don't want to be shipped off to U Mass Amherst to live my college years in misery. Everyone wants to be able to go to that brand name school that they love, and this is it for me.
All I know is tomorrow is do or die. I'm willing to fight with every last breath. I want this more than anything.
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| Hello everyone. I'm a senior at Boston Latin School. Wow. I might as well have just said I opened Pandora's Box and I'm here to tell the tale.
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