July. Oh how time flies..oh how I wish I were in a dream..

Last time I posted I was still a high schooler, dealing with the stress of exams and the excitement of moving on.

Four months later, here I am. A fresh off the boat, newly graduated, hella excited, ordinary girl waiting for college to start.

The last time I posted I didn't really go into depth about college. I was too focused on my current high school academics that I figured there would be plenty of time for that later. And well I was right..plenty of time to write about it now.

A couple of months ago I received a rejection letter from University of Pennsylvania. I realized the hard way that dreams can be shattered and sometimes things are just hard to reach. It was unfortunate, but I'm not the type who dwells on things so I moved on quicker than I thought I would and looked forward to the other schools I had applied to..Boston College, Boston University, Northeastern University, University of Notre Dame, University of Michigan, Colgate University, Dartmouth College, UC Irvine, UC Berkeley and Macalester College.

Mind you, I was aware that most of the schools I listed are tough to get into mainly because of my shitty ass SAT scores(damn them!). I am however a optimist, so I thought I would at least get into a couple. My top choice among the list was Dartmouth even if up to this day I'm not sure I would have attended if I got in. My next choice and more realistic ( at least in my mind) was Boston College. I visited it during the summer and found it to be many things I liked..good sports, good academics, smart kids and cool Jesuits I could befriend. After that, the following picks varied from Notre Dame and Michigan to Colgate and Macalester. I never really thought I'd end up deciding between BU and Northeastern...or UC I and UC Berkeley (since I didn't want to go to the West--I only applied so that I would have "more options" as my mother consistently said).

So yeah..after having my dream shattered I thought that there would be a bright side with all my other choices. However, that certainly was not the case. I was rejected to all other schools except for BU, Northeastern, UCI and UMich. I was waitlisted into UMich, but didn't want to go. It was sad. really really sad and painful to find out how many schools rejected me all because of an SAT score. The only reason I know it was because of my SATs is because a counselor in my school called the schools up so that he could appeal for me. I'm thankful he tried to appeal, especially because he was not my counselor (my original counselor knew squat about east coast schools, if I would have known this earlier in the year I would have never gone to her).
Anyway, I chose BU among all the schools I had left. It seemed decent from what I heard about from a few friends that had visited the school. (Strange right, I go to Boston for the summer and I only visited BC). After all the tears and days of more and more research I came to love BU! The more I received news about the school the more excited I became. I realized a month later that BU as a whole definitely fits my personality more than BC. I love the diversity of ethnicities and economic backgrounds and the liberal feel in the school. I love it!

I visited BU a few days ago for orientation with 200-300 other kids and I have fallen in love with the school and the city. Orientation was more exciting and more fun than I would have guessed it to be months before. I am glad that I got rejected to the schools I applied to, it has taught me a lot. 1) I have a lot of things to work on and improve 2) I should never assume things and take things for granted 3) Boston University rocks!
I can't wait to meet up with all the cool people I met during orientation. I can't wait for my classes. I can't wait to explore Boston. I can't wait. I can't wait. I can't wait. Oh one more thing..I can't wait!

For now...I must wait. And patiently I will wait. I will use my time wisely and live in the moment. I will enjoy my precious time and leave the excitement of college for my dreams at night.