Apples & Oranges

As much as I love my small school (no finals, nonexistent cliques, teachers care about you), it really makes things difficult sometimes. A few months ago, I was doing some college research, trying to pretend that I would fit in at one of the huge universities with dances and co-ed dorms that keep sending me glossy brochures, and little barbs of reality kept prodding me: SAT Subject Tests. Class rank. CLEP exams. AP classes. And on and on and on, and I'm sitting there going, "'Choose my senior-year classes with my college goals in mind'? How can I do that when there are less than 20 people in my entire high school?" Add to that the fact that most standardised exams are held on Sabbath, and it's easy to feel trapped outside the fence while the gates to Harvard swing shut with an ominous bang.
And then I remember my ulcers (hard to forget them, but there you are), and I remember what the purpose of life is, and I remember that I don't need a degree from Yale to succeed. Who cares if I'm not in AP classes? I have a small, caring, Christian school that trains me to make good choices and cares about what I do.

Peace,

~`Cello Girl

Hello?

After nearly five months of blogging, I have been forced to accept that only one person is reading my blog. Please excuse me as I try to increase the number of Google hits associated with this blog.
WalMart, Writers Guild of America, Christina Aguilera, Iraq war, organic, free Tibet, Michael Fagan.
Thank you.
I don't expect that many people will Google Michael Fagan, since I didn't know who he was myself until just yesterday, but it's worth a try. (Truly a scary story, if you happen to read it.)
If anyone happens to have any advice about opening a small bookstore/organic cafe, please let me know. It's for an assignment in Career Ed.