Welcome to College Decision Madness 101.

There will be a test at the end of the class period.

After being accepted at "Prestigious Ivy of my Parents," "Work Hard and Take NO MATH," "We Are Peaceful and Accepting," "Sunshine Liberals Who Eat Meat," and "Med Students Run Rampant, But We Want You Badly" Colleges, I am struggling with my final choice. After all, all are good schools and I think I could be happy at all of them...but aside from being slightly reassuring this is useless information that I am better off shelving at a far corner of my brain, preferably a corner involved in cuticle maintenance or something similar.

Afterall, this is Second Semester Senior Year and if I can't keep my sanity now, it's never happening. Hopefully all this flattering courtship from top-drawer schools won't drive me to drink, although it'd be rootbeer (and not absinthe, coyly advertised in Cambridge) since I continue to stick to my ew-this-tastes-nasty mantra, which has served me well so far. ;)

Signing out for now!