If you're reading this. Good, thenk you.
Why are you not commenting? Comments make me write more. And more.
I'm just gonna keep this short, I've a depression coming up.
I got rejected from the college I wanted to get in most(first told that the course I wanted to get in most was full, then applied etc, got the interview, got rejected. Booo. Coupling that, academically, I've only known failure since I've done elementary, my brains are continiously telling me that I'm going to fail my exams.
Right now my throat is throbbing for now reason. And great, my stomach is aching.
Well this is DD logging off for the last time most likely.
Heck, I don't care if you flame or whatsover, any comments would be nice.
zondag 7 juni 2009
woensdag 3 juni 2009
Woah
Sorry for the delayed update.
Note to self : Update blog when promised. Otherwise will delay plan to addict mankind to this blog.
But a lot has happened. Well, from a teenagers view, I mean. ;)
Now.....Solliciation letter? Eventually wrote it in the weekend of the 24th orso and delivered it on the monday. I think. My memory is unclear....
College interview! Now with international people!
It was a dark and stormy afternoon, silence roamed the train except the noice that it itself made.
No, scrap that. I'm not trying to write bad fanfiction here.
The trainsystem was good as usual. My annoyance/hate of busses is still there. The system is just so confusing. And it doesn't help that my paranoid brain is always making me worry that I'm gonna or that I've taken the wrong bus.
So I headed straight from exams to where the school is.
Yaaaay, public transport.
If you didn't see the sarcasm there, then I recommend you go see a eyedoctor.
Sooooo, I was there around a hour early. The joys of sitting on a bench outside or later a cafetaria. Pretending to listen to music to keep people from asking why the heck I'm there. Yes, a bit asocial. Sorry fans.(Will try better next time, Tia, if you're reading this.)
Wait, it was that way, wasn't it?
Bor has the minions, Rabbit has the adorers and I have the fans, right?
Oh well.
Anyway, after almost a hour was up, I went in again. Didn't find it. Found three other english speaking people wandering around. Asked them if they were here for the same interview. Said yes. So I was hanging out at the back of the group, talking to a girl. (Told ya I'd be more social next time ;) )
She was from Maine, America. 20 years old, in the Netherlands for 9 months orso. Wants to transfer from the art academy or whatever its called in, which is located in a city more up north, around the 'central' point of the Netherlands. Geographically speaking.
She hung out in the back of the group while we wandered around, sooo I talked to her the most.
Now, there where also two other people. A girl, age 22. And a boy age 15. We exchanged birth-months and I was pleasantly surprised to find out that I was not the youngest. Yay!
Ok, if you thought that Yay! was sarcasm, go see a eyedoctor.
We had to draw two things, design a flyer and draw a Coca Cola can realistically.
Also 1 on 1 interviews. Wooohooo!
There were only two people who had brought portfolio's. Or in my case, a partial portfolio. Sooo, that was me and the girl from America.
No mean things ment orso. I'm just terrible, terrible with names. Sorry.
She had a whole map full of drawings. And I had forgotten my photography map....
Yes, I have shouted at myself much for this.
Well, onto the actual interview. I got a intereview with a man who promptly wanted to take a picture of me. Booooo, why booo? I'm pretty camera-shy.
We started talking, he found out I'm a bit of a problem child, he said that the reason was that I'm intelligent.
And from there it just got worse and worse, I now understood why at the beginning he said that students said that he is a bastard.
Wait, that sentence doesn't run, oh well. I'l just blaim it on my being a 15-year old non-native english speaker.
Bla bla bla. Talked to the other boy a bit when everybody was away. (Because if a teacher was there....Or just in general, it was deathly silent) Sooo just more social for some reason.
The 22 year old saw that as I was paying the administration costs, I was handing over 5 more euros then the cost. She told me and I complimented her. Ca-ching.
And after that I left with a smooth goodbye of. 'Well hopefully goodbye'.
Ding dong the wicked witch is dead.
Or is she? No she isn't. We just have to wait if she's really dead. Crap.
Or translated : The inteview is over, woohoo!
No its not, you have to wait for the results to see if you got in. Crap.
Now, onto exams. I'm just going to scrap the major part of my dislike of busses and skip to the last exam. Yesterday.
Biology! Came in a couple of minutes before they let people into the hall. Exam was much and I did terrible on it. Now its waiting for the results.
On the way back we got a aggresive driver, who almost crashed us twice. Being saved only by a good set of brakes on a van and a set of good eyes.
Train back went nicely.
Now there are some stuff about the exams I'm forgetting to tell you, I remember that they happend, but not all of it. So I'm saving that for a future post. This one is long enough as is. I'm just gonna make a conclusion :
I'm going to fill out paperwork of applying to colleges today.
Erm, blargh, my head isn't working anymore.
Adios, till the next update we meet!
Note to self : Update blog when promised. Otherwise will delay plan to addict mankind to this blog.
But a lot has happened. Well, from a teenagers view, I mean. ;)
Now.....Solliciation letter? Eventually wrote it in the weekend of the 24th orso and delivered it on the monday. I think. My memory is unclear....
College interview! Now with international people!
It was a dark and stormy afternoon, silence roamed the train except the noice that it itself made.
No, scrap that. I'm not trying to write bad fanfiction here.
The trainsystem was good as usual. My annoyance/hate of busses is still there. The system is just so confusing. And it doesn't help that my paranoid brain is always making me worry that I'm gonna or that I've taken the wrong bus.
So I headed straight from exams to where the school is.
Yaaaay, public transport.
If you didn't see the sarcasm there, then I recommend you go see a eyedoctor.
Sooooo, I was there around a hour early. The joys of sitting on a bench outside or later a cafetaria. Pretending to listen to music to keep people from asking why the heck I'm there. Yes, a bit asocial. Sorry fans.(Will try better next time, Tia, if you're reading this.)
Wait, it was that way, wasn't it?
Bor has the minions, Rabbit has the adorers and I have the fans, right?
Oh well.
Anyway, after almost a hour was up, I went in again. Didn't find it. Found three other english speaking people wandering around. Asked them if they were here for the same interview. Said yes. So I was hanging out at the back of the group, talking to a girl. (Told ya I'd be more social next time ;) )
She was from Maine, America. 20 years old, in the Netherlands for 9 months orso. Wants to transfer from the art academy or whatever its called in, which is located in a city more up north, around the 'central' point of the Netherlands. Geographically speaking.
She hung out in the back of the group while we wandered around, sooo I talked to her the most.
Now, there where also two other people. A girl, age 22. And a boy age 15. We exchanged birth-months and I was pleasantly surprised to find out that I was not the youngest. Yay!
Ok, if you thought that Yay! was sarcasm, go see a eyedoctor.
We had to draw two things, design a flyer and draw a Coca Cola can realistically.
Also 1 on 1 interviews. Wooohooo!
There were only two people who had brought portfolio's. Or in my case, a partial portfolio. Sooo, that was me and the girl from America.
No mean things ment orso. I'm just terrible, terrible with names. Sorry.
She had a whole map full of drawings. And I had forgotten my photography map....
Yes, I have shouted at myself much for this.
Well, onto the actual interview. I got a intereview with a man who promptly wanted to take a picture of me. Booooo, why booo? I'm pretty camera-shy.
We started talking, he found out I'm a bit of a problem child, he said that the reason was that I'm intelligent.
And from there it just got worse and worse, I now understood why at the beginning he said that students said that he is a bastard.
Wait, that sentence doesn't run, oh well. I'l just blaim it on my being a 15-year old non-native english speaker.
Bla bla bla. Talked to the other boy a bit when everybody was away. (Because if a teacher was there....Or just in general, it was deathly silent) Sooo just more social for some reason.
The 22 year old saw that as I was paying the administration costs, I was handing over 5 more euros then the cost. She told me and I complimented her. Ca-ching.
And after that I left with a smooth goodbye of. 'Well hopefully goodbye'.
Ding dong the wicked witch is dead.
Or is she? No she isn't. We just have to wait if she's really dead. Crap.
Or translated : The inteview is over, woohoo!
No its not, you have to wait for the results to see if you got in. Crap.
Now, onto exams. I'm just going to scrap the major part of my dislike of busses and skip to the last exam. Yesterday.
Biology! Came in a couple of minutes before they let people into the hall. Exam was much and I did terrible on it. Now its waiting for the results.
On the way back we got a aggresive driver, who almost crashed us twice. Being saved only by a good set of brakes on a van and a set of good eyes.
Train back went nicely.
Now there are some stuff about the exams I'm forgetting to tell you, I remember that they happend, but not all of it. So I'm saving that for a future post. This one is long enough as is. I'm just gonna make a conclusion :
I'm going to fill out paperwork of applying to colleges today.
Erm, blargh, my head isn't working anymore.
Adios, till the next update we meet!
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