I never once regretted my decision to go to Charter, although I was fairly miserable for the first few months (truth is, I still am...but I've learned to tolerate it--the crap days are as ritual as breathing now, just need to keep my head up!). Yet time after time, acts of unity really draw me back to the core of the school. Yes, we're a huge group of nerds; yes, we overemphasize academics; yes, we have "no social life"; but yes, we are passionate; yes, we're one of the top 50 best schools in the entire United States (and not even 20 years old); yes, we have character.
Simply: I love my school.
Where else could I find a Muggle Quidditch match? Where else are physics jokes cracked in art class? Where else is Facebook massively used for organizing study groups? Where else can I find this strange, twisted sense of comfort that comes from being around others who are equally if not more dedicated to schoolwork and success than me?
I'm glad this was my first choice, and I'm glad I was given the opportunity to go. Seeing how admissions works now, I'm not sure I would be accepted if I had tried out last year or in future years, but I'm ever-thankful for this opportunity to experience something so unique and so exciting, though I've sacrificed many a night of sleep to adequately study for an exam.
I know that I still haven't gotten back on track with the 30-day challenge, but I thought that this was something important to mention. I love unity; I loved seeing the school today on the football field's bleachers, wrecked and all, pumped and cheering for a fictional game morphed into reality. I loved it.
And now for my nine-day break...so convenient. Things are going to happen during this break. Things are going to change. I can feel it.
(What better way to start the weekend than a few extra hours at school sipping Butterbeer and chatting with friends while pointing fingers and the painfully-fast Cross Country runners playing Snitch, then stressfully preparing for the evening youth group program only to find that everything I was overwhelmed about melted away after a few more hours of genuine happiness and fun worshipping and learning and discussing more about God? :) Though I need to sleep early...tomorrow's Princeton! Another college visit [before I even get to talk about Columbia or Pratt!], here I come!)
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19 November 2010
18 November 2010
nyc
The more I go, the more I love it.
Back from two days of art immersion--the Brooklyn Museum of Art, Pratt Institute, Pitmen Painters off-Broadway show, The One of a Kind Show--and of course, a bit of shopping/touring Times Square at night.
As much as I love nature, the city calls to me in an equally enticing manner. It's beautiful; a human-made beautiful, but beautiful nonetheless.
I'm not sure why I went on this trip. It pushes me into more seriously considering pursuing art, which I know I would have great difficulty in...I am by no means the best in any way. I have passion and creativity, but that's about it. No means, no resources, no knowledge of how this all works. In this way I envy the Cab Calloway kids, who have had four years (some, seven) of a fairly complete, concentrated artistically liberal-arts education. I sincerely wish them the best, because this field is crazy difficult to get anywhere in, and they've been determined to set foot on this path for such a long time.
On another note, I didn't get to take as many photos as I would like, for someone who was lugging around her heavy DSLR all day for both days. Most of the times it was prohibited or we were just on the run; yet, I'm glad I didn't spend all my time behind the eyepiece. OH, and I lost my eyepiece momentarily in New York, only to find it magically reappearing in my bag (I would have bet a lens and a half that it wasn't in there, since I didn't notice its disappearance until a few hours after I took it out of the bag...whoo observational skills!).
On another ANOTHER note, it was nice getting to spend some time with a different group of people than who I'm usually with. They were all acquaintances, sure, but the two full days really did give me a new sense of amiability, if that makes sense. I'm so used to the same friends, same talks--which I totally embrace, don't get me wrong, but it does become a whirlpool--and for some time doubted my ability to be enthusiastic and genuine to new people.
But right, it's time to sleep. I'm exhausted and I was planning on knocking out an hour ago...photos later (maybe, with what little I have...). Tomorrow's our school's Quidditch fundraiser tournament (for Invisible Children/a school we sponsor in Uganda)--I have to pick up my Slytherin shirt!!--along with three quizzes that I have yet to study for...thank God for first-period study hall. I love the new schedule. And after that, a nine-day Thanksgiving break. Filled with college apps and yearbook logistic organization, yes, but a nine-day break nonetheless.
Night :)
PS--beware of the ubiquitous, unending flights of stairs if you ever take a tour of Pratt...killer.
PPS--I can't believe I forgot to mention this! We met Ian Kelly, Hermione's father in the new Harry Potter film (officially out in about an hour and a half)! Sick, no?
Back from two days of art immersion--the Brooklyn Museum of Art, Pratt Institute, Pitmen Painters off-Broadway show, The One of a Kind Show--and of course, a bit of shopping/touring Times Square at night.
As much as I love nature, the city calls to me in an equally enticing manner. It's beautiful; a human-made beautiful, but beautiful nonetheless.
I'm not sure why I went on this trip. It pushes me into more seriously considering pursuing art, which I know I would have great difficulty in...I am by no means the best in any way. I have passion and creativity, but that's about it. No means, no resources, no knowledge of how this all works. In this way I envy the Cab Calloway kids, who have had four years (some, seven) of a fairly complete, concentrated artistically liberal-arts education. I sincerely wish them the best, because this field is crazy difficult to get anywhere in, and they've been determined to set foot on this path for such a long time.
On another note, I didn't get to take as many photos as I would like, for someone who was lugging around her heavy DSLR all day for both days. Most of the times it was prohibited or we were just on the run; yet, I'm glad I didn't spend all my time behind the eyepiece. OH, and I lost my eyepiece momentarily in New York, only to find it magically reappearing in my bag (I would have bet a lens and a half that it wasn't in there, since I didn't notice its disappearance until a few hours after I took it out of the bag...whoo observational skills!).
On another ANOTHER note, it was nice getting to spend some time with a different group of people than who I'm usually with. They were all acquaintances, sure, but the two full days really did give me a new sense of amiability, if that makes sense. I'm so used to the same friends, same talks--which I totally embrace, don't get me wrong, but it does become a whirlpool--and for some time doubted my ability to be enthusiastic and genuine to new people.
But right, it's time to sleep. I'm exhausted and I was planning on knocking out an hour ago...photos later (maybe, with what little I have...). Tomorrow's our school's Quidditch fundraiser tournament (for Invisible Children/a school we sponsor in Uganda)--I have to pick up my Slytherin shirt!!--along with three quizzes that I have yet to study for...thank God for first-period study hall. I love the new schedule. And after that, a nine-day Thanksgiving break. Filled with college apps and yearbook logistic organization, yes, but a nine-day break nonetheless.
Night :)
PS--beware of the ubiquitous, unending flights of stairs if you ever take a tour of Pratt...killer.
PPS--I can't believe I forgot to mention this! We met Ian Kelly, Hermione's father in the new Harry Potter film (officially out in about an hour and a half)! Sick, no?
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