Deleted my History.

I just got rid of my Facebook. I feel a lot better now.

waiting for grades

Probably one of the worst things in the world is waiting for grades to be posted at the end of the semester. I never worried about my grades in high school, but now I'm paranoid about them. I've been biting my nails waiting for my grades to be completed so I can send a transcript to MU. There's been a long period of time that I've spent screwing around and not doing what I should to get ahead in life, so this was my first step to getting myself back together. Apply for MU and pray for admission.
I've been studying at LU for a year and a half. I knew that I would eventually transfer though I wasn't sure when or where. So when I met Marie I was really excited to hear about a school she goes to, Cornish College of the Arts, in Seattle WA. Cornish has an acceptance rate of 30%. I was so excited that I rushed to get my application and audition sent in. I was accepted, but I hadn't really paid much attention to how much it would cost and figured that I could get enough financial aid to cover it. I was $10,000 short and that wasn't including room and bored. I wasted $50 applying to a school that I couldn't afford.
I started looking for other schools that I could apply for that had great music programs. I didn't really think I would be interested in MU, but my teacher had suggested it. Usually teachers are supposed to try and keep students at the school, but she knew that I wasn't happy. I had expressed my concern enough times each year and she knew that there wasn't much that LU could offer me. Being hesitant, I went again to look for the best music schools in the country.While scrolling down I saw MU pop up on my screen, it just so happened to be in the top 100. Something finally clicked inside me and said "Okay, Cassy. Time to stop pissing around and do something with your life already!"
I went for an audition at MU first because I wasn't sure what to expect. I was feeling so nervous about it that I didn't even bother to apply to MU before the audition. I didn't see the point in applying if they didn't like me. I introduced myself, sang my songs, and lastly answered some questions. They asked my how old I was, what semester I was, how many years I had been studying voice, etc. Finally they asked me if I had filled out an application yet. I told them that I hadn't. They all looked at me in confusion and asked me why I didn't fill one out. I said "I didn't know if you guys would like me, or want to take me." An enourmous roar of laughter spread throughout the room. Then one of the professors said "You need to make sure you put your application in soon so we can find you some scholarship money." I was a bit confused at first and then realized what they were telling me.
So here I am waiting for my grades to be posted so I can turn in my transcripts to MU. There's really not much I can do other than to wait. So yeah. *sigh*

Finals week

The first day of class is always pleasant and peaceful. The room is packed full of students and everyone is ready to learn...or in some cases, ready to socialize. The weeks roll on by and a couple of people have dropped either because they knew what was good for them, they didn't want to take the class, or financial aid raped them. Mid-term shows up and half of the class remains, you study just a little and you're good to go for any tests. Even if you have a C you still have time to bring it up to an A, with some hard work of course. There's a little break, which is just another way of saying "get some sleep, you have 8 more weeks left." But some ignore the hint and party any information that they memorized, for mid-terms, away. So a couple more drop out, some flunked their mid-terms, some decide "I'll just study the info in my dorm room. I'll be fine." Some, decide to just build meth labs instead of going to their Math/English/Science/Music Lab. And then that WEEK YOU'VE BEEN DREAMING OF finally arrives....finals week. *ominous music* This is the one week each semester that teachers can inflict as much torture on students as they want. This is their way of weeding out the remaining weaklings. For those who were smart, and flunk out at mid-terms, they don't have to go through this hell hole. At this point you begin to think "I should have followed you. But no! I had to be a smart person and stay in class and do my homework and study. I could have just been a stripper or a drug dealer...but I was dumb and I decided to study!! I hate my life. College is hard, I want to go back to grade school because it's EASY!" So the day you go in for your final you notice that there is about 7 people left from the 42 that began at the start of the semester. You are still frantically cramming and you even go through some questions with your teacher to make sure you understand at least some of what you're doing. The test are handed out and everyone that's left is sweating profusely and one person just threw up in the trash can. Mechanical pencils are clicking and your heart is racing. Then as you look down at your test....you realize how stupid easy it is going to be. In your mind you're thinking.... "You crazy teacher! You almost gave me a heart attack! Why would you do that to me?!!!" >:O

first rant

so this is interesting. kinda like i'm talking to myself but i'm not. hmm...what to do. oh crap! i have a test tomorrow that i haven't studied for.....stupid procrastination. "oh i'll do it later"(later comes around and i haven't studied) "it's okay i'll do it later." (it's later again...still haven't studied...)"oh i still have one more day" (9pm tonight....)"I'M GOING TO FAIL THIS TEST!!!!"