February 25th, 2001
No Title Given
I feel like a stranger here now. I really wish I was writing more. Maybe I will now, since things in my life are picking up a little… The next month should either be extremely exciting, or immensely disappointing. Either way, it’d be good to keep track of it. I tend to forgot events easily.
Here’s another recap:
- While down in Danville for the Averett College open house, I was served an alcoholic drink when we had dinner at the hotel. My mother ordered my drink for me (because I hate ordering) and then he turned to me, asking me what I wanted him, and I told him it was the Shirley Temple that my mother had just ordered. He looked obviously confused, but eventually understood, and left. When I had my drink, I made the comment, “This is good”; not because it was alcoholic, but because it tasted as if they had put more strawberry spritser (sp??) with the Sprite, which I had had before and liked. My mother started analogizing the whole “do you have to request the drink to be “virgin” in order for it to be nonalcoholic?” She tasted it, brought back the waiter, and he said it was. And, of course, my parents just kept repeating what I said over and over again as they told the story. “Yeah, she said ‘this is good!’”. There is nothing more annoying than that.
- I’ve decided that my odds of getting into Lynchburg College are slim to none, and I would not be receiving any of their academic scholarships, since the deadline for those was the 1st. Their small student body certainly doesn’t make my normally average school history stand out enough to get accepted. And plus, it would have $30 for the application processing fee.
- I’ve decided to put my hopes on Radford University, as they have a larger student body (about 8,500) and their application deadline is May 1st, so I’m not considered “late” to them. Always a plus. This morning, my original plan was to do a year a Radford, then try to transfer to Virginia Tech. But, I did a lot of reading on Radford… I think I might just stick with it. If I can get in… The bad part, is that I’m actually thinking, speaking, and acting as though I’ve already been accepted. I’ll be damned depressed if I don’t.
- My guidance counselor, Mr Pitz, has put be in many awkward positions lately. When I first started seeing him about college information, I showed him my web sites, and what I was capable of, as a credit to my ability and enthusiasm to go to college. Well, since then, he has talked about finding “better” jobs for me over the summer and what not. He once asked me to look at his own site, and try to get me to design a new thing for it. As “something in return.” I completely ignored it, and it eventually went away. The last time I e-mailed him, he replied, and told me that he had recommended me to this son. His son needed to learn flash, and he recommended me as something experienced in the program. That pissed me off. As busy as I am right now, and as hard as it is to get me motivated under pressure, he was willingly trying to bring in this element. He wanted me to actually meet up with his son, and have a one on one lesson to teach him how to use the Flash program; someone who knew nothing about computers, and who’s whole need to know such a complex program was simply beyond me. I met Mr Pits in the hallway, and I politely explained that I did not think I was qualified enough to have that sort of expectation on me, especially when it involved someone’s valuable time and money. But yet, his son still contacted me personally, saying that the online tutorial that I recommended was not really enough, and he still wanted to meet one on one. I waited two days until I could find some way just to tell him flat out “no, sorry.” So… That has caused me a lot of unwanted stress. If I need money for something like that, I’ll ask Mr. Pitz to find it for me. Otherwise, he should just not.
- I found a teacher to write my recommendation letter for colleges. In my freshman year, I would not have thought that he would be my one true supporter, and the most enthusiastic OCHS facility member about my capabilities. He was the very one who gave me the idea that I could make web design, something I considered a hobby, into a living. And get some good money for it, too. So, who is this person? Mr. Dahl. I had him as a teacher each year for 9-11. This year I did get the chance to have a real class, but I’m doing that independent study with him. He sent me a copy of the recommendation, and I almost cried. It meant a lot coming from him. I’ll have to find some way to repay him.
- My official GPA: 2.79. Not bad, considering I failed a class, and got a D in another.
Blah. So, yeah. Lots of talk about college stuff, because I’m living and breathing it recently. Right now, I’m anxiously awaiting scholarship search results. I hope it gives better results than the others I have tried. There is no scholarships for a major in Graphic Design. At least, not for one that doesn’t require a 3.0 GPA or attached to a specific school.
Ehhh… I think I am going crazy.