Sunshine and Clouds

I don't know if I want to go to MIT. Seriously. I don't know if I want to go to U of I, either. I just want to be able to visit both and decide. I'm not automatically going to say "MIT," I just want to be able to make an informed decision. I know it's a lot of money, but if it turns out to be the right place, we can make it work. And no, it won't be easy, but if it turns out to be that much better of a place, it might be worth it. (For example, Benet is more expensive than Waubonsie, but Waubonsie would have been a really bad place for me.)

And I quote (this is Raf): " so MIT waitlisted me big time. they accepted caitlin sullivan, so yeah...dont know how to feel about that." wtf? What's that supposed to mean? Dave Weiss made me cry at math team last Tuesday--something on the same general topic. Kohne seems to think he didn't mean it, but he really ought to know better than to say anything about things he knows nothing about...

I feel more distant from everyone lately. It's also weird because there have been a lot of people trying to psychoanalyize me lately. It's bizarre because I don't know the answers to most of the things they want to know. It's really weird when you can't tell what you're feeling.

I wish my parents would listen to what I say. I feel like they have their own preexisting ideas about everything and they think they're right. I don't know if they are or are not. But I wish they would let me decide for myself. I don't think they realize it (and this is partially my fault because we don't really talk anymore, but I feel no impluse to pour out my life story and all the drama thereof to... anyone...), but I am mature enough to make this decision. I understand the implications of either decision. Yes, I know how much money is involved, but this is the next four years of my life, and I don't want to have to harbor regrets: I need to be able to make this decision for myself.

I need more days in spring break! I'm trying to get a bunch of work done, because I'm going to be so busy in April (because of various state competitions and other happenings, I'm going to lose most of the weekends in April), so I need to get stuff done now. I should be writing an essay right now, but it's soooo nice outside (it's finally spring!); I think I'm going to go lie in the grass and read Catch 22. Good book.

Today--Phantom
Tomorrow-Chicago--call if you want to come (MSI-body exibit, bio e.c.) if I don't call you first
Thursday-Saturday--U of I
April 1--Colleen finds out about Harvard and Yale!
Sun--All the work I haven't done yet

Looking Up! (And Happy Pi Day!)

I GOT INTO MIT!! WOOT! GO ENGINEERS!

Also, math team conference at Evanston Wednesday, I managed to scrape together a decent score (yay!), I got a 101% on my discrete test, and, as everyone knows, Sci Alli had a snowball's chance in Hell of making it to state, but...

SCIENCE ALLIANCE MADE SCIENCE OLYMPIAD STATE! GO REDWINGS!

So, besides failing in choir and having senioritis, things are looking up! Oh, and:

I GOT INTO MIT!

I think this means hell is freezing over. How did I get into MIT? (I think it was the Count, really... and Erica, no arguing!)

Other than that, donuts in Discrete today for my 101, I'm getting put in more events (bio events) for state, so this should be interesting (more to do), and I have an event each period... yeep! I'm going to be rather busy...

Farenheit 102

To all who saw me on Thursday, no I wasn't well at all. And yes, I should have been home, but parental permissions came into play there. (Shoot!)

Thanks to two very kind teachers, I was provided with enough cough drops to get me through the day, and enough tissues to get me through the classes that have Kleenex-deficiencies. (On the downside

I was making up a Spanish quiz after school yesterday, and one of the Buck Services guys, Sr. Odenis, (sp?) came in to sweep. Mr. Marth told us that we could ask him how to use the words in a sentance (this was all in Spanish, of course) and told us we were stupid if we didn't. Of course, the three of us were a little timid and I felt guilty using him, but we finally got over it.

Me: ¿Comó puede usar 'sobrar' en una frase?

Am I lying? Yes. It was more like:

Me: ¿Comó *cough* puede usar *coughing fit* 'sobrar' en una frase? *cough cough*

So of course, Sr. Odenis was a bit freaked out by my spasmodic coughing. Sr. Marth told him "Ella está muy inferma. Ella está muriendo." Muy bien.

So, doctor today: not strep, not mono (would have been really ironic because of a particular inside joke), but she wants to treat it anyway because it looks bad... well, yay for not knowing what's causing you to have a fever of 102.

Other than that, missing sushi tonight, Chicago trip cancelled today, probably Sandra's bday cancelled for me on Sunday, maybe Egg Harbor cancelled on Mon (was looking forward to hanging out with all the old ladies and Megan for brunch... darn!) Hopefully I'm not contagious for too much longer. It'd be a pity if I couldn't do anything all weekend.

Oh, and no, I'm not dying. The fever is down a little thanks to ibeuprofen and antibiotics, and I am expected to make it through the night. Don't expect me to survive past then.

However... if you all sent me flowers and get well soon cards, I might live another whole day.... jk...