back to school tomorrow: i’m super excited

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i get to see all my best friends who i totally don’t connect with and don’t understand what’s going on with me (partly my fault because i don’t take the time to explain) and i get to see the dumbos in my classes who i really would rather never see ever again. that or i’d like to tell them to go to hell.

enough about that. i really love dripbook and we heart it. if i honestly answered the question “what did you do over vacation?” i would say “well muthafuckas [meaning my classmates], i stayed up late most nights until around 2:30 or 3:00 am going online looking at editorial photographs dripbook and oyster.” yeah, not so interesting. but i really do enjoy it and it’s quite inspiring. if only my computer didn’t get so bogged down by it.

i am mad. by jackie young..

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i saw northeastern university on friday [i live outside boston and it’s only about a 25 minute drive for me to get there]. i liked it at first but toward the end, not so much. i think they’re looking for the AP, honors, extracurricular, 2100 SAT student and that isn’t me. i used to think i was that person but not anymore. i liked that they were very into research and social/cultural questioning, which made me realize that i am interested in so much more than fashion. i like politics and social revolution/chaos (not that i like it to exist, i like to study it).

i am shy. by jackie young..

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the info session leader was a total snob, too. when she talked about the honors college, she said honors students can take a class called “Crazy in America” which i was thinking was about the flawed government or something. then she says “it’s about what it’s like to have a mental illness in america” and i’m like what the fuck! and i started tearing up a little (i was already pissed at her for some other stuff she said). i’m not crazy! it’s a common misconception that people with mental illness are crazy. i have a chemical imbalance in my brain, a lack of saratonin that deregulates my mood and often keeps it lower than the average person. to simply explain the class as “what it’s like to have a mental illness in america” without even saying that the american misjudgement that people with SMI are crazy is extremely misleading. northeastern is supposed to be a forward-thinking school and i sincerely hope that there is a colon at the end of that title with an explanation. perhaps she explained the class incorrectly but it certainly misrepresented the school (or did it?).

i’m thinking of writing an email to admissions (after i check the course selection forms online to see the info about the class, so i don’t jump to conclusions) to tell them that they should explain it better or omit it from the info session completely. i asked if there are psychiatric services for students at the university and she said she wasn’t sure but she thought there were so that’s good. then some mother on the tour gave me a handout that said “Students with Disabilities” which was nice of her but i guess i made an impression.

i am a choo choo. by jackie young..

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besides the tour, the rest of my friday was okay. my mom dropped me off on newbury street (in back bay) because i wanted to go to h&m, american apparel and zara. here’s my shopping list:

  • [X] skirt(s)
  • [   ] harem pants
  • [X] circle scarf
  • [   ] stretchy pants (no, not so.lows because that would be ew)
  • [   ] cozy tops

not very successful. i got a red skirt and navy tie dye circle scarf at american apparel. that’s it. i tried on SO MUCH but no cigar. and i was walking down newbury, boppin’ along, when i realized shit! i don’t have my phone! and i needed my phone to call my mom to get a ride from the T station to get home. so i went down to the copley outbound station thinking they’d have a pay phone and i asked the mbta guy there (he was very nice) but he said no and told me to go to back bay (a block or two away=SUPER). so i booked it over there, found a pay phone, called my mom and booked it back to the green line and made buddy buddy with the mbta guy. “YOU’RE BACK!” he smiled so brightly. we chatted as i dug around in my bag for my charlie card. then i bounced and all was well.

i am so true. by jackie young..

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except some girl on the T kept saying “WHABAM” really loudly. shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up


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