“for i am forever changing”

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If you knew me in Grade 10, when we first started looking at and considering potential universities, you would know that I had particularly strong views about that subject. I was adamant about going as far from home as I possibly could.
(Now, please note, Grade 10 was also my "power" year, where I thought I was super smart and could do anything... due to the inflated marks I got at school, and I had quite a few unrealistic expectations/goals for the future)

The university that I had set my sights on was the University of British Columbia, as most everyone knows (I explained my life success plan to everyone that would listen... and also to those who wouldn't - I couldn't really differentiate). I'd always wanted to live somewhere scenic or some place with history. Accordingly, my second choice was, believe it or not, Oxford. But I guess even with my overblown ego I realized that Oxford was probably too ambitious (not because of academics, mind you, but money wise). So my second choice became McGill.

When Grade 11 rolled around, McGill displaced UBC as first. I had learned that UBC was not actually in downtown Vancouver, which deterred me quite a bit.

I think a major reason for my wanting to go some place far has to do with the fact that I'm actually quite the adventurous little girl. I like to try new things and be different I guess. But mostly, I'm "adventurous" with respect to... princesses and saving the world and stuff (ew). When I was younger, I loved those books with. um. "quests".
(O.o)" awks awks awks
I always thought my own life was just so boring.. I needed.. um.. adventures..
...
DON'T JUDGE OMG
So maybe you can see the appeal that McGill had for me: located in downtown Montreal, a whole different language and culture, without anyone to guide me. (And a Chinatown!)
Which was exactly what I wanted.
UBC, of course, I'd be completely on my own as well, [and maybe I'm being a bit naive about this] but the "suburb" setting was just a little dull for me.

As I've grown (well actually, just a few months ago), I came to realize that
a) I'm not quite the genius I'd originally thought (what a rude awakening that was for me)
b) the University of Toronto actually has a lot of the things that I'd like (whereas previously I'd stated unyieldingly that I held no interest at all for any universities in Toronto) mainly: it was downtown, had a great reputation, and had many very nice "old historical style" buildings as a part of the campus.

I still do have my reservations about U of T.
And though the flair of UBC has somewhat diminished, the dream of McGill does still tug at the more wistful parts of my mind.

I will apply there, (which surprises everyone but those closest to me) and though I may just be wasting my time (along with a hundred bucks, dude) and getting my hopes up just to have them fall, I would live forever in regret if I don't.

Hey, man, don't judge ;)

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Simply smitten.

Sweet on Jellybeans
I adore Apples.

You're my ☀ after the ☂
You're the only ☤  to my ☠

You're the ✿ that has blossomed in my ❤

Smitten indeed ☺

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So I realized again
that I actually do very much like biology.
Which is a shame, really.

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米修米修! 


I 米修 particularly much today. Don't know why ~  
\-(^.^)-/ 


♥

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