Making Peace with Debussy

My life is about to change, again.

School is rapidly closing. After prom (which was WONDERFUL and deserving of a separate post), we had standardized testing which took over the schedule. This was my last full week of school. It's crazy how fast this year has gone by.

The summer is shaping up. I'll be working 20-25 hours/week at one job and hope to grab some extra babysitting hours. I'm saving up for our Big European Trip and other things. I'll be suffering in summer school (never did take U.S. History) and doing ballroom dance, and writing like a woman possessed. I have a novel to finish. My writing clips from this summer are probably some of the last that will go on my college resume, because...

I will be applying to college. That scares the crap out of me, some days. College is something you talk about forever in high school, laugh at, cry over, but it's always in the future. Not anymore. I will be talking to admissions officers about my crazed transcript, writing all my essays, filling in all the stuff about being Caucasian and my dad's Ph.D. And reporting my SATs.

Remember when I was whining about the SATs and math prep a few weeks ago? Friends, it paid off. I was shocked, because I seriously expected it to go down, but NO! I am the proud new owner of a 1440 (out of 1600) and 2120 (out of 2400.) I'm now in the middle 50% for name-that-big-Ivy-League-school.

You daydream about this stuff for ages, and now it's happening. I love that. I get a high off of it, this insane feeling that unlike the rest of high school (sometimes), this part is going to count and count for a lot. It will mean something. It will change something.

And I'm very happy to announce that I have made peace with Debussy. I played "La Fille" on my teacher's new piano and surprised myself-- it actually sounded like something semi-good. Who knew?