The Diary of an (Ambitious?) College Applicant - Part 3

Procrastination leads to some Bad-ass creativity

People

People dream a lot

People dream of white veil occasions.

 People dream of Charming

Life’s easy for white male Caucasians

People like to roll their eyes

People like to hate

People like to denounce

That which is destined to be great

People try to speak their mind

Most don’t know how

Confusing when Nick says Don’t Speak

And Taylor says Speak Now

People have good days

Then there are Monday blues

Refusing to welcome the new week

Holding on till the last snooze

I try to be different from people

If everyone does it, must be wrong

That logic may not work now

But Maroon says it won’t be soon before long

The Diary of an (Ambitious?) College Applicant- Part 2

REJECTION

Life is sad. Don’t believe me? Just listen to the first 17 seconds of this song.

For a college applicant, not getting picked is the worst thing ever. It really doesn’t depend on one’s chances or one’s record. Even if you know that the place you’ve applied to is VERY VERY selective and your chances of getting in are minimal, you still have that glimmer of hope. Until they’ve delivered their verdict, you have something to hold on to. You CAN legitimately dream about going there. That is, until you get rejected.

That’s the way I see it. I can’t see it as someone else getting picked over me; that the competition was too high, or there weren’t enough seats in my chosen course. The only way I see it is that I’ve been rejected.

They didn’t like me. They turned me away.  I’m inadequate. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME. WhyWhyWhy did I not get picked?

The moment I found out about my rejection (and that, too, from the first university I heard back from), I immediately started thinking about the entry test. Perhaps I could find a reason there. What about that extra e-mail I sent them, ‘cause I was getting impatient?  Then I went back to my application essays. I’ve only gone as far, but who knows? I’ll go even further back. Try and find faults (more faults than I already know) in myself. Run roughshod over my entire body and soul. Try and find the one reason (or maybe many reasons) why I was not good enough.   

I know it will eventually sink in. I’ll cope with it. Move on. I can still dream about everywhere else I’ve applied to. And as a famous philosopher once said “ Tum ne sirf parrhna hi hai na.  Aur achay college say parrhna hai. Buss”. But right now this feeling of rejection is the worst feeling ever. I just hope I don’t devour myself in the coming hours.

P.S. The ending of that song I posted at the start is pretty sad too. And it’s stuck in my head… If you let it play at the start you’re probably reaching that part now.

The Diary of a Not-So-Senior Senior

The Idol Countdown.

    December brings to mind Christmas, Boxing Day sales, midterms, winter holidays, the New Year, snow, what have you. Students spend the beginning of the month hidden behind textbooks, waiting for the last exam; the day winter break begins. The closer it gets to the 31^st, excitement for what the new year will hold sinks in. Some even begin coming up with possible New Year’s Resolutions. Most just plan New Year’s Eve parties. But what do I most look forward to?

The start of a new season of American Idol, come January.

    I love the show. Too much. I follow the whole season, come rain or shine. The auditions, though most people LOVE them, are not my favorite part. My favorite part is the last few weeks, the veeerry last few.

I’ve been a fan of the show for as long as I can remember. I started watching it during season 3. By far, my least favorite were seasons 3, 5, 6, 9, and 10, while my most favorite was season 7, when David Cook won. I watched his audition, and said, “He’s going to win.” I stood by him through till the end. I even asked my aunt in the US to vote for him. And he won.

    I’m not sure why I love Idol so much, but the first few months of the year are never complete, if I don’t have my Idol-watching days. Although, last year and the year before that, Star World was a right pain in the neck, showing episodes a week or two late. Last year was the worst, and then Scotty won. I have nothing against the guy, but its just that, REALLY? THAT is what won? I mean, COME ON. Haley Reinhart had a voice of pure gold. GOLD. And they voted her out. SO not fair.

    The fact that the judges have changed makes no difference to me. Simon Cowell was great, no doubt. Kara DioGuardi was unnecessary but not unwelcome. Paula Abdul was too nice for her own good. Randy Jackson is cool. Ellen DeGeneres was the BOMB. Jennifer Lopez is good enough. Steven Tyler is “ill”. Ryan Seacrest, however, is EPIC. I think the show wouldn’t be half as watchable if he wasn’t the host. I cant imagine Idol without him. If he were to leave it, I’d seriously consider not watching it anymore. The past couple seasons have been disappointing enough, as is.

    Be that as it may, for the time being, what I most look forward to, come December, is January, wherein a new season of Idol will be aired, during which a star will be born. Seriously.