FUCK. My grandma just brought me a semi-waterlogged envelope from the University of Pittsburgh, postmarked on THE NINTH OF OCTOBER. She said, "Oh, this was out on the table underneath the gazebo. You really have to start reading your mail!" SHE IS THE ONE WHO TAKES THE MAIL OUT OF THE BOX AND PUTS IT IN STRANGE PLACES. It's been out there for a fucking week! IT'S MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. I check the mailbox every day only to find that she's bogarted the contents and scattered them haphazardly all along our stretch of Furnace Road. Who knows where I'll find my mail next?!?!?!?! She gets on my nerves so fucking much sometimes. I've been waiting for that letter. SHIT.
So yeah. I got accepted to Pitt. I'm glad about that at all, because at least I know that I have a place to go regardless of anything else that might happen. (If I keep my grades up, that is, but I don't think that'll be a problem.) Nevertheless my pleasure is washed out by a certain amount of rage and annoyance.
At school, they're trying to implement a mentoring program. We meet with our mentors every nine weeks during a scheduled activity period. It's kind of dumb. Obviously the intention is to create a friendly environment of students and teachers who might not meet otherwise--you know, more connections, good for growing up. I get the feeling that it's a little bit pointless--freshmen and underclassmen got enough random socializing with their "Freshman Seminar" class (which was thankfully implemented the year I became a sophomore), and the middle school and elementary schools have been doing a lot more general brainwashing since I passed through with stuff along these themes--goal-setting, career choosing, time management, peer pressure, dealing with stress, etc. Plus, the meetings are ridiculously infrequent, so there isn't a whole lot of time to build trust between the people in the group. Not to mention that kids are really too jaded to value it. Basically, I think it'll fail. The end.
Oh, and I didn't write yesterday because school was boring and I had to go to work. I've been having olfactory hallucinations about Panera; have I mentioned that? I hate smelling salad dressing and old coffee randomly all day.
I have lots of things to do and I'm very tired/reluctant.
Tomorrow, Andy, Paul, Danielle, and I are going to IHoP in Morgantown. Woo!