During this whole damn, long college process I have been worrying about one thing. . . disappointing someone. Yes, that’s it. It hasn’t mattered what my heart wanted, it has only mattered that someone somewhere wouldn’t think of me and shake their head in disappointment. That thought has caused me more stress than every gray hair [a vicious cycle] and extra pound put together. BUT I am so proud to announce that I am becoming immune to its effects. I have broken free.
In recent days, as senoritis has hit stage three [the I don’t care anymore stage], I have found that what other people feel just doesn’t matter anymore. It’s not that I have become a completely heartless monster, but I’ve begun to rationalize their pain as something they just have to deal with and move on. This is my decision and how can I mess up my life by going to a college no matter which? I’m actually beginning to see that I am more important than all of you people out there. Yeah I said it. Got a problem with it, go blog yourself.
Anyway, back to the college process. I’m down to A&M and UT again. I talked to one of the A&M counselors again to see what he would say and if I can get housing for Austin I will probably go there or not. I just realized that May 1 is the day that I’ve been telling all the teachers I would make a decision so I’m gonna be hiding on Monday from all of them just in case God doesn’t come through and give me my final answer and I especially have to hide from Mrs. Cook [the sailor mouth art teacher] whom the pro-UT teachers have recruited to “change” my mind for good. She hates anything Aggie.

My Accomplishment of the Week
I made a teacher cry Thursday. Yep, it was all apart of stage three senoritis. Mr. Larue told me not to stay out of his class for the blood drive but I did anyway because I felt like it. Actually I’m so burnt out from doing all this AP Government crap that I couldn’t stand another day beginning with his monotone “lecture” on our wonderful democracy. Afterward I tried to act as if I couldn’t help it but he was so chocked up that he couldn’t talk to me and I heard later that he was cussing the whole period and referring to me as “the person or individual” skipping out on important AP shit. I wanna pass that test but damn it’s boring. Anyway, he forgave me, but like I said before...I DON”T CARE. Well, I did because I need this class to graduate, but I didn’t lose any sleep sobre el situación.