asthenightends asked: So I'm in my senior year of high school and i'm applying to colleges. most of them are like top 30 schools and I like them a lot. although i go to a majority black school, the higher classes that i'm in usually have more Caucasians and Asians. pretty much i'm afraid that if i am to get in to these schools, i will be bombarded with glares or sly comments claiming affirmative action is what got me in. Do you remember this feeling when you were in high school? Do you have any advice?
Oh, girl. I DO remember this feeling.
sidenote: are you applying to Vanderbilt? Jessica and I STRONGLY suggest you apply to Vandy ; ) lol. shameless plug.
Anyway, of all people I got heat from, it was my (white) boyfriend at the time who was the saltiest. I got into Michigan, which, to be fair, was my safety school (that sounds arrogant, but to be fair, my GPA was an unweighted 3.7, my SAT was 1510 (before the 2400 change, they just started that my senior year of hs…yes I’m old as hell) my ACT was 31, I got 5 or 4 on all my AP exams, plus I was captain of my cheerleading squad and on every extracurricular ever…I easily was qualified for Michigan) so I wasn’t even pressed about it. He was mad because he couldn’t get in (his GPA was around a 3.0 or something) and said that I had gotten in because I was black.
At the time, (this was Fall 2005) Michigan was indeed STILL adding points for ethnicity (like 20 points I believe) but I mean, SHIT. I could have been lily white and still been qualified for Michigan. I didn’t talk to him for like a week but I think he bought me a gift certificate to Forever 21 and came to my next game with roses so lmao I got over it fast. I wasn’t a rider for civil rights at the age of 17. Lol.
But, my advice to you is to let these haters know that you are MORE than qualified. Especially to the people who are LESSER qualified than you when it comes to class rank, GPA, test scores, APs/IBs, etc….if they want to get bad, get BAD BACK. There’s nothing like a good read! Ask them what THEIR test scores are. Ask them what THEIR personal statement looked like. And tell them that they’re being rude and ridiculous. At first my classmates were salty because I was outchyeah getting accepted, and accepted early, but as soon as the rest of the acceptances started rolling in….Vandy, Georgetown, NYU, Case Western, Northwestern, Virginia, Berkeley…they realized it COULDN’T have just been me being blackity black. I was actually smart and they had to get with the program. Let your acceptances do the talking for you. I know how it is to be in the microbubble with all the whites/asians in the upper level classes and how it SUCKS senior year bc everyone is self-conscious, but don’t let it phase you. I eventually started to bring my iPod to class before class started because the pestering about college acceptances was so stressful to me and making me anxious. If it’s pissing you off, girl, do the same.
But above all, don’t let them get to you, gerl. You’ll be riding off into the sunset to a great school in less than 6 months.
I’ve got 99 problems and my inability to self motivate is causing every single one of them.
The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7
She picks the colors and the cake first
By the age of 10
She knows time,
She’s already chosen a gown
And a maid of honor
She’s waiting for a man
Who wont break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”
Someone who doesn’t smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely
Someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed
Who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen
To be honest
I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing
I have no clue what want my wedding will look like
But I imagine
The women who pins my last to hers
Will butterfly down the aisle
Like a 5 foot promise
Will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps
And know exactly where our wedding is being held
The woman that I plan to marry
Will have champagne in her walk
And I will get drunk on her footsteps
When the pastor asks
If I take this woman to be my wife
I will say yes before he finishes the sentence
I’ll apologize later for being impolite
But I will also explain him
That our first kiss happened 6 years ago
And I’ve been practicing my “Yes”
For past 2, 165 days
When people ask me about my wedding
I never really know what to say
But when they ask me about my future wife
I always tell them
Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long
She thinks too much
Misses her father
Loves to laugh
And she’s terrible at lying
Because her face never figured out how to do it correctly
I tell them
If my alarm clock sounded like her voice
My snooze button would collect dust
I tell them
If she came in a bottle
I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys
If she was a book
I would memorize her table of contents
I would read her cover-to-cover
Hoping to find typos
Just so we can both have a few things to work on
Because aren’t we all unfinished?
Don’t we all need a little editing?
Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone?
Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense
She don’t always make sense
But her imperfections are the things I love about her the most
I don’t know when I will be married
I don’t know where I will be married
But I do know this
Whenever I’m asked about my future wife
I always say
…She’s a lot like you.