Homecoming, Halloween, and Baby Pumpkins

Hello, hello, hello!! So yesterday was super long and tiring, hence the late-ish update.

Saturday was homecoming at Butler!! We had been doing homecoming activities all week, and this was the big hurray for it all. Carissa and I had to go to marching band practice at 7:40am, meaning Carissa woke up at 5:45 and Maria woke up at 7:20. After practicing with Muck (the outrageously inappropriate marching band director, “If you don’t know how to dance, ask the black kids!” no Muck, no.) for hours, Carissa went and lined up for the homecoming parade while I went ahead to the press box to do sound checks. We lost the game horribly, but Carissa and the rest of the band did an amazing halftime show.  If you want to see it I am sure it’s on youtube somewhere under Butler Marching Band 2014. I did manage to get a tan that eluded me all summer (yes it was a billion degrees out with direct sunlight) because of the school work I had to finish to officially complete high school.

My sister picked us up and we went HALLOWEEN COSTUME SHOPPING!!! Carissa found “Pink Lady” outfits (Grease 1 and 2) for us, so she’s Stephanie (Michelle Pfeiffer) Zinone from Grease 2 and I am Frenchy (Didi Conn) with the pink wig and everything. Next stop was the grocery store because my sister was making Alfredo for us *yumm* and garlic bread. I picked out a cute baby pumpkin for our dorm room that we named Jo Ann after Carissa’s older sister, but I kept calling her Joanna and my sister kept calling her Janice (gosh darn it Janice- Chelsea that’s for you) so she’s kind of Jo Ann Janice Joanna now? We then ate dinner with my sis and her boyfriend of forever and watched Anastasia! Then Pitch Perfect, then the first twenty minutes of Les Mis, but by this point Carissa and I were about ready to pass out (long day) so we went to bed earlier than we usually do. I was awake by 7 and managed to get some more homework done, while Carissa slept until 12:00 (biotch) and we watched ten more minutes of Les Mis and then they overruled me and put on Divergent, which we didn’t actually finish. Quick stop at Target for birthday cards, ice cream, and then back to the dorm we went! Both Carissa and I were surprised at how much we missed our dorm.

Don’t really know what the lesson to be had here is, but make sure you enjoy your school’s activities. We didn’t really go to many events and I wish we had, but we still had fun! Always do your laundry, make good choices, hugs not drugs, remember who you are, where you come from, and what you represent. Much love.

xox,

M

What’s up guys, how are you doing?

All right, so Maria basically covered it all, but she’s forcing me to add my own comments in here so here I am.  I would just like to shed some light on the torture that was Homecoming morning for me, because that is something Maria could not have known.

Yes, I had to wake up at 5:45 to be on the field by the same time Maria had to be.  Yes, it takes me over an hour and a half to get ready.  And after about the same amount of time spent rehearsing for the game’s performances under 55 degree weather (which disabled my clarinet from even playing and essentially numbed my fingers), we were only given a little over an hour to eat and change before lining up for the parade.  Keep in mind that it’s no longer 55 degrees — more like 80 — or cloudy, and the sun is beating on our backs and all of us poor band students are cloaked in thick band uniforms and giant ugly hats with plumes and believe me, I was dying by the time we finished marching around campus.  Then we got to sit and wait outside of the fieldhouse, in the sun, for about twenty minutes before we were to line up for the pregame show.  AND THEN WE DID THE PREGAME SHOW IN THE HEAT AND I WAS SWEATING SO BAD AND I PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE THROWN UP BUT YOU KNOW THANKFULLY I DIDN’T.

After the pregame show, the horror didn’t end.  We got to sit in the stands and continue to play (but at least we could strip the top part of our uniform off), and then we got to die during the halfgame show again, and even though we got the third quarter of the game off, we had to be back to play for the fourth quarter aND IT WAS POINTLESS BECAUSE WE LOST THE GAME SO BADLY ANYWAY.  Like, I can’t even explain my frustration.  There are no words.  By the time we were finally able to leave that bloody arena, I could smell myself every time I so much as turned my head.  It was awful.

The rest of my Saturday: fabulous.  I adore Anastasia, so it literally made my entire week to be able to watch it again, and the Pink Ladies costumes are fantastic, and Coldstone was fantastic, and Maria’s sister’s cooking was fantastic, and yeah, everything was fantastic.  Now we’re watching Bones, and it’s also fantastic.

So the lesson to be had here is obviously this: Indiana weather sucks.

Have a great day.

Carissa

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Plants vs Planets *duhduhduuuuhhh*

What’s up guys, how are you doing?

I’m going to come right out and say this so that there is no question or doubt or confusion left in your mind whatsoever: you will not enjoy all of your classes.  It’s the cold, hard truth.  And it was unfortunately something that I was painfully ignorant of until I attended my first “World of Plants” class, which was, in all its entirety, the worst class that has ever existed.  I’m not going to go into detail about it, because even those details will make your brain cells want to commit suicide, but just take my word for it.  It was capital-A Awful.

On the other hand, the general rule of thumb is that the courses in college that you’ll take will not only be more beneficial to your specific field of interest, they’ll also be — roughly — eight times out of ten much more enjoyable than the ones you’ll have taken in high school.  That being said, though, I have to admit that Butler is a rather small university compared to others that you might attend, so we have small class sizes, smaller departments, and a really tight-knit campus.  I’d say that’s a rare thing, but in all honesty, I’ve no idea.  But here, you’ll essentially get to know everyone in all of your classes by name because the average class size is eighteen, I believe?  That’s not the case everywhere else.  However, the “general rule of thumb” I’d stated above still stands wherever you go.

I am an English Writing Major, which means my courses are going to mostly be made up of creative writing and literature courses.  There are also, obviously, the core curriculum classes you’re required to take throughout your four years.  This is what my schedule was made up of originally: Marching Band (BUMB), Contemporary Writers (my First Year Seminar, or FYS), Intro to British Literature, Poetry, Robot Programming, and World of Plants.  Our first day of classes was a Wednesday, which meant that the first class I had that day was World of Plants, and let me just say this: not a single person in that class actually wanted to be there.  Including me.  Needless to say, I ended up dropping that course.

I’m going to tell you why.  The professor was dull, stuttered, mumbled, was monotonous, and her teaching ethic was the worst I’d ever witnessed.  I knew I wouldn’t learn a single thing from her, and we were going to spend the entire semester learning about the trees on campus, so I’m sorry, but I know I’m not the only one who couldn’t care less about what kind of trees I walked past everyday.  The room that the class was held in was so white and blinding and I couldn’t concentrate on the white board where the professor projected powerpoints because, you know, she wouldn’t turn any lights off.  It wasn’t a good learning environment, and I’d only taken the class because it would count as my science credits (one of the core curriculum credits I need to graduate).  Believe me when I say that I didn’t even feel a little bad when I dropped it.  I’ll just take Astronomy next semester (which I’m actually interested in anyway).

My Robot Programming class is the one I thought I’d hate the most.  I took it for my math credits without even realizing what it’d actually entail, and after the first few class periods I was positive that I was going to hate my life every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon from 3:50 to 5:05 PM.  It turned out not to be so bad; each student was given their own robot (mine’s name is Maurice and he is adorable), the professor doesn’t actually have his doctorate yet, which means he’s young and not all too concerned if he bends the rules a little.  We get out early most often in that class than in any other of my classes.  Nearly the entire class is taught on our laptops, so, I mean, I’d be lying if I told you I never had anything other than our coursework open (like Wattpad, Instagram, Facebook, etc.).

My favorite class is surprisingly my FYS, Contemporary Writers.  An FYS is required for all freshmen to take at Butler, and many students just chose one with an interesting title (examples: Sympathy for the Devil, Scary Stories, Utopian Experience in Life and Literature, Rock and Roll High School, The Call of the Wild, etc.) (yes those are all actual year-long seminars, and there are weirder ones that I haven’t listed).  I happened to choose one that would not only be interesting to me as a lover of all things contemporary, but one that would actually relate to the other classes I have to take for my major.  It makes life a whole lot easier when you’re taking five English classes rather than one English class, two science classes, a math class, and a foreign language class.  Obviously, I’m going to have to take classes other than ones that deal with my major, but I thought that for my first semester, I’d organized my schedule pretty nicely.

Poetry and British Literature are enjoyable solely because, as you can probably already tell, I love English.  And creative writing.  So Poetry falls into the latter category, and I have to admit, I was sort of terrified about this class at first.  While I consider myself a pretty decent creative writer when dealing with novels or short stories or even prose, I cannot, nor have I ever been able to, write actual poems.  I think I’m awful at it, and that’s always upset me because if I’m a creative writing type of person, why can’t I do it in all applicable fields?  Why can’t I write poetry?  It’s something that’s always bothered me, but my professor for this class is fantastic and energetic and funny and basically hipster (for lack of a better term), and I really enjoy it.  British Literature is a lot duller, and as I said, I’m a lover of all things contemporary which is not, exactly, what this class is about.  It counts toward my major though, the professor isn’t horrible or even bad, and I can deal with it.  It’s not my favorite, but I can deal with it (if anyone’s a master on, say, Tom Jones or Beowulf, hit me up).

And then there’s BUMB.  Ahh, Marching Band.  This one’s hard to explain.  I love it, but I hate it at the same time.  As nerdy as this may sound, I really love playing an instrument.  I mean, I hate that my instrument of choice is a clarinet, but at the same time, I can tolerate it because it’s so much fun to be able to make music with something.  The part about BUMB that I hate is the actual marching part.  My high school never had a marching band; we had a pep band and a concert band, but those are obviously very different things.  I knew that this course was meant to cover our PWB (Physical Well-Being) credit, but I’d underestimated what I was in store for.  It’s a lot of work, I had zero experience, and I am still trying to figure out how to walk and march at the same time (forwards, backwards, sideways, and angled strangely).  It’s a work in progress.  And sometimes I really really hate it.  But at the same time, I don’t think I’d drop it if given the chance.

Wow, so there’s everything you never wanted to know about my schedule.  Long story short, you might hate one or more of your classes (World of Plants…).  You might love them (Contemporary Writers).  But refer back to my “general rule of thumb,” because I didn’t just make that up.  It’s been told to me by several other people I personally and don’t personally know who have been through college already.

To ensure the best schedule you could possibly have, I recommend figuring out when you’re able to enroll in classes and then getting to it as soon as possible.  The best classes fill up the quickest.  I made the mistake of waiting to register until a month and a half after the window first opened, and that left me with World of Plants instead of Astronomy and Robot Programming instead of any other math class that sounded more appealing (I’m not complaining, though).  Again, register for classes as soon as humanly possible.

I hope you all have a mighty fine day.

– Carissa

Even as a mega nerd, I have a difficult time enjoying my classes (okay so only one bugs me), but that’s not for the lack of trying. When I signed up for my first semester classes, I purposely picked classes I knew I would enjoy because I didn’t want a horrid first semester of college (ballet, art, FYS: endangered languages, international studies, astronomy, and French). To say I was excited was a major understatement.

I didn’t really know how I would feel about astronomy just because I am not the best at math, and astronomy requires physics and stuff (even though my dad says I should be a math major- GOOD ONE DAD). The one class I thought I would immediately love has been the one class I haven’t enjoyed. Not one iota. Which is quite upsetting considering I moved other things to fit that class specifically. Endangered language seminar. Sounds really cool, right? Okay, well it sounds swell to me *sticks out tongue* It’s not the subject, more like the lack of energy in the class and the downright dullness of the teacher (Chelsea, you know what I’m saying in my head). Just like you have classes you won’t enjoy because it’s a bad class, you’ll have classes you won’t enjoy because of the teacher/professor. That’s just the way things work. College doesn’t automatically mean fantastic professors; although they usually are better overall, there can still be some soggy chips at the bottom of the bag. Sometimes, like Carissa, you drop out because you can’t stand it. I’m suffering through it because one, it’s required to take a first year seminar and it’s too late to switch, and two I am really fascinated by endangered languages. So while dropping is an option, sucking it up is another one. It means you’ll be annoyed by that class, but you will feel proud of yourself by the end of it.

So I know you didn’t ask but here’s an update on my other classes. Ballet is kicking my ass. It’s hard, my thighs are super mad at me for it, and I wish I could wear a tutu, but I am excited about the possibility of toned legs (woo)! Art is a lot of fun, just because there are less guidelines for college art classes than high school (even though my high school art teacher was amazing). Right now I am making 3 watercolor postcards of a cigarette on an ashtray with three different color schemes. If they turn out swell, I will post pictures (let me know if you want to see). International studies is the epitome of perfection. Astronomy is blowing my mind in a great way (my professor is so liberal and hilarious). French is a joy as always.  My professor is from France and is just an adorable little man (who is probably younger than my parents but he seems so much older haha).

To sum what I said up because I know I ramble: college is fun, the classes are top notch, but sometimes they make you want to scream at a squirrel. Having supportive friends is always smart, and remember that working hard will get you places. Unless you seem too smart then your professors think you are cheating. Then you’ll get confronted and expelled. And you’ll never get a job ever. And you’ll DIE.

That was a joke. Kind of. Please laugh. I think I’m pretty funny (got the ‘slaying’ gene from my dad too).

Alrightie-O I hoped that helped, and any other questions can be emailed or commented! What kind of subject do YOU want us to address?? Comment comment comment 🙂

xox,

M

Bros vs. Hoes

What’s up guys, how are you doing?

Part of the pre-college experience includes deciding whether you want to spend a solid seventy-five percent of your time living with loads of girls or living with boys and girls (unless you’re a boy, then, I mean, you’d have to choose between living with all boys and living with girls and boys).  But there are many misconceptions that go along with making this decision, and some of them actually almost swayed me into choosing something other than what I ended up choosing.

Let me address those misconceptions.  Perhaps you’ve heard that any girl who decides to live in a co-ed dorm is obviously only doing so for easy access to boys for reasons that I’m sure you can imagine yourself.  Perhaps you’ve also heard that the girls who choose to live in an all-girls dorm only do so because they think they’re better than other girls.  I can’t speak for misconceptions about guys’ living arrangements (if there even are any) because I’m obviously not male, but I’m sure they’d be something similar to the ones girls face.  Either way, I can assure you that neither of those assumptions are true in most cases.  Sure, occasionally you’ll come across a girl who really is only in a co-ed dorm for the sole purpose of hooking up with as many guys as she possibly can.  And it’s very possible that a girl or two you meet in an all girls dorm hall will just be an awful person.  Unfortunately, those girls exist.  You can’t always avoid them.

My point, though, is that by no means are you actually going to be considered a bad person for whichever decision you make.  Here at Butler University, the co-ed freshman dorm is called Ross Hall, and the all girls dorm is Schwitzer.  Maria and I live in Ross, and guess what?  We’re called “Rosstitutes.”  Nice, right?  It’s okay, the girls in Schwitzer are called “Schwitz B*tches.”  You will literally never avoid the misconceptions, but they’re not true.  Despite the awful nicknames, we all know it’s just fun and games.  We all hang out with each other, we all get along, and the girls in Schwitzer still come to Ross to hang out with the boys the same way we just have to go to the bottom floors to hang out with them.  Don’t let anything sway you when making your decision, because no matter where you choose to live, you’ve got to be comfortable there, and that’s all that matters.

I’ll tell you why I chose to live in a co-ed dorm.  I don’t know if my thought process will help you any, but if there’s even a possibility that it could, then I’m good with that.  Basically, I am that girl who doesn’t get along with girls.  Not even that, exactly, but I just…I can’t relate well with them, I think, because of my background.  The only girls I normally ever really get along with are ones who, you know, bow hunt and go mudding in the summer and fishing and who climbed trees when they were younger and who play King of the Raft in the middle of lakes with their guy friends.  So the obvious problem with that is that there are very few girls like that, especially here in Indianapolis.  And I just don’t relate well normally with girls who dress like they’re going to church every day and who straighten or curl their hair relentlessly and who seek out attention from everyone they come into contact with in a day (my friendship with Maria is a very unusual thing; we’ve discussed it already).

Based on that information, I’m sure you can understand why I’d choose to live in Ross Hall.  I’m more comfortable with guys, I understand their humor, I get along with them.  We generally tend to enjoy the same things (apart from, you know, the obvious things) (and videogames).  So why would I want to live in an all girls dorm if I knew that I wouldn’t do well there?  I mean, there are girls here too.  Girls live on the third floor while the bottom two floors plus the basement are boys’ rooms, which means we have to have our own key to even get on our floor.  Boys aren’t allowed up unless they’re escorted by a girl (keep in mind that this system is different for other colleges, but this is how Butler works).  So it’s not like guys just roam the halls and we’re the minority ducking for cover or anything like that.  I haven’t even actually met a guy yet who wasn’t fantastically polite and kind; they hold the doors open for you, thank you when you do it for them, etc.  Ross Hall has literally not met any of those ridiculous misconceptions yet.

As for Schwitzer Hall, I obviously can’t say that I personally know what it’s like living there, but I’ve got two friends (hey Chelsea, what’s up Alexis) who do.  Neither of them have had a single thing to complain about yet other than the fact that those girls don’t seem to use their basement’s facilities the way that we do here at Ross.  And the basements in the freshman dorms contain pool tables and ping pong tables and large TVs and other things that provide entertainment for us, as well as laundry rooms and sinks and vending machines and whatnot.  Which, I mean, it’s pretty understandable.  Guys generally tend to enjoy those kinds of things more than girls do, and Maria and I (as well as a few other Ross girls) must just be the exception, because by the end of the year we’re going to be champs at pool.

Okay maybe I wouldn’t go that far.

But anyway, there you have it.  Make the choice based on what will make you most comfortable, not what you’ve heard about each option.  Because if you’re like me and your hundreds of miles away from home, the last thing you need is to be uncomfortable with where you live.

Take care!

-Carissa

 

I also chose Ross for many of the same reasons Carissa did; less drama, guys are easier to get along with, etc. But I did choose Ross just because I thought it would be funny to tell my dad I would be living in a co-ed dorm (love you daddy:*)

xox,

M

how we got here: roommate edition

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What’s up guys, how are you doing?  If you can’t tell by my impeccable grammar, spelling, and word usage, this would be Carissa and not Maria.  Yet.  You’ll hear from her below.

We’re going to take turns explaining to you why we chose Butler University and what kinds of factors really influenced our decisions.  These are probably going to be some of, if not all, the things you should be considering when choosing colleges to apply to and ones where you might want to spend the next four years of your life.

There were a lot of things that made me want to choose Butler, but at first, when everyone else in my class (which is admittedly very small but still) had already narrowed down which colleges they were going to apply to and were already beginning, I was totally lost.  I had absolutely no idea where I wanted to go.  None.  Like, not even a little.  I knew I wanted to go far away from my little Wisconsin town (for reasons I’ll explain in depth later), but I didn’t know where and I didn’t know if I’d be able to afford an out-of-state college.  My parents surely couldn’t.  It’d be up to me after I graduated.

So first, I made the mistake in middle school of putting my home address on the bottom of the surveys they used to give us for reasons I don’t remember, and I ended up receiving loads of mail from different universities all across the country.  I mean, I had piles of it.  One day my dad told me to just start going through all that mail to see if any of them sounded even slightly interesting; I did exactly that.  Somewhere in the first pile was an envelope from Butler University, and it pretty much sealed the deal for me.

I don’t know what it was about it.  I really don’t.  I mean, I loved the school colors (blue and white) (hence our URL) and I liked the mascot (a bulldog) simply because it’s the mascot for my high school’s rival and I think that’s hilarious.  I like basketball, so their program for that is huge (Big Ten, holler), and it’s a really good liberal arts school.  It’s also a private college, so it has a pretty small population, and coming from a small town, that seemed important to me because I was going to be majorly out of my element at any college outside of Wisconsin the way it was.  Either way, despite whatever it was inside that envelope that caught my attention, Butler became my dream school before I even knew what the campus was like.

So, what made me want to go out of state, you ask?  Well.  

Meet my hometown: population is 836; school population is less than 200; my graduating class had 50 of us.  We have three gas stations; one of them has been shut down since before I was born and is now boarded up and crumbling to the ground.  One of them was placed near the highway to hopefully contract some business.  One of them is also a beer bar; this is the gas station/bar that I work at.  Here, you cannot go to the local grocery store without knowing everybody by at least their first name.  People walk and bike around more than they drive because it’s pointless to waste your gas.  And everyone in my class has known each other since preschool, which is not as great as it might sound.  In fact, it’s so awful that it is literally the sole thing that drove me to want to leave and never look back.

Two of my best friends back home basically did the most horrible thing they could have done to me.  The rest of my friends all changed and became douches when I really needed them.  And everything in general went to crap.  So I wanted to get out, and I wanted to get out fast.  Nothing seemed to be going right, and I wanted to start over.  I wanted to be somewhere that reminded me of absolutely nothing; I didn’t even want to think about people from my school anymore.  I wanted new people, new experiences, freedom, and — believe it or not — new responsibilities.  

So enough of that sob story.  Yeah, so, Butler just sort of appeared in my life and I’ve been incredibly thankful.  The more research I did on it, the more I knew it was the school for me.  The campus was, like, in its own little bubble.  It’s not like it’s spread out all throughout Indianapolis, which would be awful.  There’s no way you’ll have longer than a ten minute walk, and, as I’ve learned, there’s no way you can walk past someone whether you know them or not without receiving a warm greeting of some sort.  Everyone here is so friendly.  

Plus, John Green lives in Indianapolis.  Awesome, right?

I loved the classes that were offered, I loved the events the school held, I loved everything.  Everything from the dorm room sizes to the creative writing building, which is obviously right up my alley.  The people, the places, the opportunities.  Really.  It just was the one for me.  I know that sounds disgustingly cheesy, but hear me out.  That’s how you know, okay?  That’s how you know you’ve made the right decision.  You can’t imagine yourself anywhere else, you can’t stop thinking about what you could do there, the people and friends you could meet there, how your life could change there.  And as soon as you know, it’s like you’d do anything to get there.  That was Butler for me, and if the schools you’re applying to aren’t like that for you, then you’re going about this wrong.  

Don’t hesitate to do research on the schools that seem interesting to you.  That’s how you’ll learn more about them.  Schedule visits and tours (which are super fun), meet with professors in the department you’re interested in (the one I met with gave me a personal tour himself and he was so nice, like, he still remembers me too because that was forever ago and he’s talking to me about job opportunities he wants to give me before I should technically even be allowed to have them).  There are so many things you can do to confirm that it’s the school for you.  And it’ll be worth it when you finally unpack all your bags and look around and think wow, I’m here.  I’m staying here.  I’m staying here for a long time and it’s going to change my life and I’m going to let it.  That should be college for you.  That will be college for you if you let it happen.

So, that’s my story, basically.  That’s how I ended up at Butler University, and I literally will never regret my decision no matter how much debt I’ll be in for the rest of my life (probably).  So, uh, yeah, let’s ask Maria about her story.

Best,

Carissa

Thanks super much Carissa!

Okay… First of all, both of my parents work at universities and have for many years (decades, CENTURIES – not really, many apologies mum and dad), so they wanted me to get started on the college search process early. Both of my siblings, as well as my father, graduated from Purdue University, so that was a negative (who wants to go to a school that the people will know you). Sophomore year I narrowed it down to a select few that I wanted to visit and learn more about: Earlham, Centre, Clark, UPenn, Haverford, and St. John’s in Santa Fe, NM. Yes, you read that correctly: Butler wasn’t even on my radar. So in the fall of 2012, my mum and I decided to road trip from my town of Brentwood, TN, up to my sister, Kyra, and her long time boyfriend, Chad, in Noblesville, Indiana, stopping by Earlham and Centre in KY and southern IN.

It was Sunday at my sister’s house and I just wanted to go home. The trip was horrible, the colleges were a disappointment, and I had homework to finish for school the next day. My mum begged me to look at Indiana University or Butler University since it would be on our way out of town. I refused IU (dad would be upset – ahem boilermaker family), and greatly protested Butler. After my mom practically dragged me to the campus, it was (cue cheesy music) love at first sight. Raining, cold, and completely gorgeous, Butler’s campus made me feel right. When you walk onto a college campus, you will get a feeling – it’ll either be bad, okay, or great. My mom and I walked into the bookstore and there were people STUDYING. *mind exploding* At the info session there was a video and a petite blonde came on the screen sitting in her pink room and my mom nudged me and snorted along with me (I know, smh too people). It wasn’t until she said she was a neuroscience/molecular biology double major that our eyes popped out of their sockets. As I kept learning about Butler, I felt my heart swell with happiness about finding somewhere I belonged. 

My hometown isn’t bad – no, I am very privileged to have gone to the number one public non-charter school in my state of Tennessee. However, it is filled with snobby, white, conservative assholes who only have opinions thanks to their parental units. This isn’t to say that being white or a conservative is a bad thing, but it isn’t a good environment for me to have lived in for over ten years. Anyway, it’s the middle of my junior year (November of 2013) and I am complaining to my English teacher about the horrible things I observe, brought to you by BHS’ finest:

“Well, why don’t you just graduate early? During your senior year you can graduate in December and go to college a semester earlier!”

I was dumbfounded. Graduate? EARLY? Sprinting to the counselor’s office, I proposed this plan to my guidance counselor. Her response was, “Um in December or this May? You have enough credits to graduate as a junior.”  I knew that I would have to work extremely hard, but it would be worth it in the end. A long process later, I graduated as a junior in high school, bypassing my senior year completely (no regrets) and planning on college for the fall. Now, I only recommend graduating early FOR THE CORRECT PEOPLE. It isn’t for everyone; in fact, it isn’t for the majority of people, but I was ready to move forward with my life and start a whole new adventure. 

When applying to colleges, I only applied to Butler University (like Carissa), and I really do not think any of you should do that. It was foolish, but it was the only school either of us could see ourselves attending. And yes I am only 17 (#JailBait).

So those are our stories.  Any questions, comments, or concerns we will be happy to answer for you.

xox,

M