I remember this time last year I was madly scrambling to turn in my PA and Diplomats applications. As a high school senior, college apps were already excruciating for me, so all these miscellaneous other applications that I had to crawl through to wear the coveted “ASK ME” or rugby shirts were a little…much. It’s a matter of personal preference, I guess. I just can’t stand the tedium of filling in endless blanks. I wish there were a way the administration could just glance at you and instantaneously deem you un/worthy of supporting Rhodes’ stalwart name on your lowly shoulders.
That’s something that really strikes me about college/adulthood, all the planning. Not only are you looking into the next few week[end]s, there’s next month, next semester, and – check this – a whole 365 days from now. I submitted an application to study abroad in the fall. Destination: Madrid. Hopefully everything works out, and I’ll be well on my way to a Spanish minor. We’ll see. That was app number one. Not too painful.
Then what do I decide to do? I’ve always wanted to be an RA. No, legit. I’ve had cool, super-chill RAs all TWO years I’ve been here, and I just want to add to the cool super-chill love. BTW, Sarah happens to be my current RA. I know, small world, right?
(Keep in mind I probably won’t be in Memphis in the fall because of study abroad. So what is this application-ing for? That’s right–next year.) The RA application is pretty intense. Sure, it’s got nothing on college apps, but I sort of had a deja vu moment when I had to reach into the recesses of my heart to dig out a kernel of actual emotion for a couple of questions (quite like the #3 essay question on the Common App). I kid. I have absolutely no memory of college applications.
All this applying got me thinking. I’m acting like such an adult. I make lists all the time now. Seriously, there’s a shopping list right next to me. Apparently I’m low on contact solution, snacks, and feminine products. Woohoo.
I’m only twenty and listing already. Gah, what’s next? Resume drafting? House hunting? …Investing?!? Actually, my Finance professor did mention something about starting early. Hemhem. Different tangent. Fun things I’ve been doing:
OHOHOHOH! I had the privilege of being part of Rhodes’ Vagina Monologues. I’m tired, though, so we’ll hold off on how awesome that was (WITH PHOTOS!) until later. Philly was also in it, so stay tuned to her blog for V-logues stories.
Hasta luego, peeps!
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