Modern Dance.

All-Day-At-Audi: Get Me Bodied - Beyonce
mission one 
I’mma put this on 
When he see me in the dress 
I’mma get me some (hey)... 
Can you get me bodied 
I wanna be myself tonight 
Can you get me bodied 
I wanna be myself tonight 

This month I feel like a modern dance performance:

emotions roller-coasting, priorities juggled, future unclear.

***

Well, I've officially fallen from Ivy league status. NY rejected me, and, let's be honest, I'm not getting into Penn. This was expected given my low scores and late application-submission, but it is nevertheless disappointing. I guess that's what I get for rushing, though that gives me little consolation. In fact, I am currently fielding many doubts; they center around the debt and poverty I will be entering come quit-my-job-day, but it's obvious that not getting into any of the top schools is also fucking with my head. Does it mean I'm not cut out for this field? That I'm not good enough, or just not right for it?

Also, as a perfect counterweight to the huge financial commitment that's all mine, there's a position open at my corporation that is basically a bridge between marketing and science. Half the reason I'm going to law school is to get away from science....

I suppose I also want to go to law school because prejudicial conversations and occurrences really get me fired up, and I feel like an education in law could help me channel those passions into something useful, attorney-at-law or not. And because I miss writing and arguing and reading and law school would be a fun/productive way of honing those skills.

Am I going? 99% yes. Have I accepted the school behind Lincoln Center or given my job notice yet? No. Am I sick with senioritis? Definitely.