Wednesday, November 19, 2008

So You'll Be an Austrian Nobleman...

I am about to elaborate on the worst idea I have ever had.
I have not yet written any colleges essays (I know. ANY.) and it's getting to that time of the year when just thinking the word "application" makes seventeen-year-olds all around the country break out in a cold sweat, and I am no exception. Through most of the day, I'm very good at not thinking about things I don't want to. This includes college, college essays, college applications, getting accepted to the colleges of my choice, not getting accepted to the colleges of my choice and having to go to GCC, not having enough extracurricular activities or school honors, and also that Bob Dylan concert tonight that I can't go to... (He's probably playing Blowing in the Wind right now...)
I've just spent so much time thinking about things that make me anxious and upset that I can't remember my original point...
Oh yeah. So here is my plan: The Common Application has a few different suggestions for college essays, and I have decided that.... ( I can hardly speak it...) I am going to write one of each, and then choose the best.
Whew. Am I biting off more than I can chew? I don't know, but I'm going to do it anyway.
Here's the suggestions from the Common App:
-Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.

Okay. Go.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Strange Days Indeed

I have decided to jump on the blogging bandwagon (high and fast, as Molly would say) and start my own blog. Because I see other people talking about things... and also want to talk about things.
It's nice to believe that there are people who care about what you have to say.
That's one part of it.
The other part is something I've been thinking of, that I have been writing more like I talk. This is a bad thing. Usually, I'm pretty good at being able to say stupid things and slang such as "hardcore" and "chillin'" (just as a haphazard example..) without having them sneak into my writing vocabulary. No longer. It's become increasingly likely that I will be writing a notebook response for English and have to fight down the urge to pen, "And so they were all just hanging out, real chill...." Bleh.
So, I'm also going to make this an exercise in separating those two vocabularies into two distinct sections, "SPEAKING" (where exists the slang and mispronunciations) and "WRITING" (where the large words and profound imagery.... chills. Ugh. See what I mean?). And if there is to be any crossover, then it will be in using harder words in everyday conversations. So it is written, and so it shall be done.