March 24th, 2011; 5:57 pm (600th post, by the way!)

These days are just filled with things happening. The last round of UC admissions came out - Berkeley and Davis. I didn't apply to Davis, but as expected, I got rejected from Berkeley. So now God's plans are pretty apparent to me. My dad keeps telling me about letters of appeal, which I am considering. A large part of me doesn't want to go through all that trouble, but then another part of me feels like I should excercise my rights as a student. Sarah says God has a reason for things happening the way they are, which is true, but I don't want to give myself too much hope again. Sometimes I think this is the best kind of mentality. And I've told my friends that I'm not going to waste time moping over rejections, until my mom had to continually push it upon me, and then the tears just couldn't control themselves anymore. Everyone's a hyopcrite, I guess. That doesn't mean to continue being hyopcritical, but to break away from the crowd and actually do and say things you actually believe in - or just don't say anything at all.

Today I also met up with the surgeon today. I think I scheduled a wrong time for an appointment, as I realize I have something else to do the night of the surgery day. Hopefully my mother won't be too angry. By the way, today rained a lot. So much, in fact, that the school opened the auditorium for students to take shelter from the rain for the first time in my high school career! I thought that was pretty cool.

Today I also went with Melanie and Sarah to a community college transfer meeting, which, I'm not going to lie, was a bit disheartening, but where God closes one door, He opens another - that is, if it's not through any letters of appeal. If I do end up transferring, I really hope to transfer out of state. So these two years I really have to stop fooling around.

I just hope that I remember to pray everyday for motivation for the rest of my undergraduate life. And my mom was also disappointed because now I can't go down south and find a boyfriend.... that doesn't even come to mind for me after school rejections! And my standards for a boyfriend are so unbelievably high right now it's ridiculous. This notebook is running out of room.