College is Overrated.

Well, actually, I shouldn’t say that. I don’t mean that college is overrated, necessarily, but instead that the admission process and every little thought that goes into your application is beyond overrated. In my opinion, you should do what you love and love what you do and if a college loves you for that, then great! Clearly it was meant to be. That being said, if you already know what you want to do in life and think that college is a complete waste of time, then that’s great too! I’m actually pretty jealous!

It frustrates me SO much when people in my grade or the grade below or, this is completely insane, but even sophomores and FRESHMEN say that they’re going to do something but only so it looks good on their college application. Like are you serious. You are a FRESHMAN. Who gives a crap about college when you’re 14?! You should be trying things out, finding your path, not worrying about who is going to judge the paths you’ve experienced in another three years. So that you all know what I’m talking about, I’ll give a couple examples. I cannot count how many times I have heard one of my friends say, “Ugh. I really don’t have the time or energy for [insert AP class here] and I don’t even really like [insert subject here] but I only have 3 APs on my course load for next year and if I want to get into a really good school I should probably take 4.” Now. I am no college counselor or admissions officer or anyone who has any say in anything, really. I’m a student. But I can say with a high level of certainty that I am pretty sure that your grade in a class is a reflection of how interested you are in the material that you’re studying. And I am pretty sure that colleges would rather see an A in an (can I even say this dreaded word) honors class than a D in any AP course. Yes, even BC Calculus.

Not to stress anyone out, but you are going to be spending a solid chunk of your life at the school that you choose to go to. If you get there and hate it, that’s pretty rough because it’s going to be another 4 months before you can get the hell out. So my question to the seniors, and juniors, and sophomores, and even all those freshmen out there is this: do you want to get into a college based on the real you or based on this person that you’ve made up in order to please those admissions officers? Do what you like to do. The college that will accept you will be a much better match than the college that is looking for an arts person to be taking AP Biology. I dance. And I act and I sing and I paint and draw and I also play golf. I absolutely hate running or any type of physical sport. In school, I love English and History and sit in the back doodling during science and math. So I didn’t take a science this year. Big whoop. So far I’m 4 for 5 (the one I got rejected from being Williams) and every one of those 4 schools I’ve been accepted to has accepted me for me. Not for someone trying to play the game.

College is like falling in love. You don’t believe me now, but once you are standing where I’m standing you’ll understand. One day you are going to find that college. It will accept you for who you are and you are going to love every second of it. Yes, I may be saying all of this just for my own sanity, but I really do believe it! We will all find our perfect match. All we have to do is be ourselves.


Why art is good for you

I want to start by saying that I do have some credibility when it comes to this topic. My entire life has been centered around the arts. Visual arts, performing arts, you name it, I have art-ed it. I began dancing when I was 5, acting when I was 7 and have been drawing and painting since I could hold a pencil. Naturally, like anything else you have been exposed to your whole life, art has shaped who I am today.

Visual art has taught me how to make something my own. If I’m given a blank slate, it’s up to me to create something out of nothing. A piece of paper is a piece of paper, but with the correct materials, it can be anything. This is a lesson I’ve carried with me. If I don’t like the piece of paper I’ve been handed, art has taught me that it is always within my power to make that paper my own. Whether it has to do with friends, or classes, or my grades, being an artist has shown me that I have the power over my life.

Dancing has taught me how to breathe and to appreciate small moments. Just a replacing a pointed toe with a flexed one can change so much about a piece. It can make the dance more cutting-edge, more mysterious; it can confuse the audience or intrigue them. In dance, the small changes are what matter the most in order to affect the overall style and emotion the piece is trying to convey. It’s the transitions and the technique that can make or break a dance. It’s the little things that create the whole person.

Theater has taught me how to make the most out of any situation, in a similar way to the visual arts. When you’re on the stage and delivering your lines, you feel an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and pressure. The outcome of a show—whether it’s amazing or horrible—all of a sudden is left in your hands, in what you have to say. But then you feel the thrill of hundreds of sets of eyes waiting for your every move and you forget about the pressure and all you can think about is giving this moment your all. Just like with visual art, you have the power and you choose what you’re going to do with it. I have also been through the situation that every actor cringes at the thought of. Having your co-actor forget their lines. I remember the three times this has ever happened to me with perfect clarity. In those moments, I doubted myself each time and stood there, frozen for a second, a smile painted on my face. What to do. Do I let us—both my co-actor and myself—both stand there, looking like idiots, or do I scramble for a cover up? The obvious answer is a cover up. Save the show, save a friend some embarrassment. So all three times, that’s what I’ve done. I have stood there, in the heat and the stress of the moment, and I have thought to three lines ahead and two lines back, and I have delivered a line in order to give a hint, or just to continue the scene. 

In the real world, life isn’t always a gentleman. Sometimes it will throw unexpected situations at you, and laugh and take bets on how you will end up back on your feet. I don’t think that it is up to fate or a higher power whether or not you will make the most out of sticky situations. It’s up to you, and what you have been trained to do your entire life. My entire life, I have been given blank slates and tricky scenarios and have been asked what to do. Art has helped prepare me for the real world in ways that just can’t be put into words. Art is my identity. Because of art, I am who I am today.


Well. I think I missed the entire point of having a blog by a little bit. A blog isn’t for other people, necessarily. It can also be for yourself. So on this blog I am going to be as selfish as I want and I am going to talk about myself and my life lessons as much as I deem is necessary. So if people want to read about my life, then yay! And if not, then this blog can be for my own personal enjoyment.

I’m excited to get started for real.


So far, so good. Two days, two posts. It’s basically a record. 

I think it’s because I haven’t sat down and written something in a while, but I am currently struggling to find inspiration. Everything and everyone seems to be in kind of a lull. However, one person who is never in a lull is my English teacher, Mrs. Anonymous. I think I’m just going to call her Jane. Anyway, since I’m going to keep my life story at the bare minimum on here, I’ll fill you all in on some of my more rambunctious teachers, such as Jane. 

Every single day I walk into English class, Jane is sitting there at her desk with her feet propped up, reading something. I always hope that whatever she’s reading isn’t written by me because she always has a slightly disgusted look on her face, like her mom just walked into the room. Jane hates her mom. I don’t think she ever meant to tell us her feelings on her mother, but one day, like the rest of the personal information she has shared with us, it just slipped out. Jane will be complaining about the schools’ inability to buy decent staplers one second and the next she’ll be off talking about how her mom’s parenting was as dysfunctional as the broken stapler. Jane has very strong feelings on everything and everyone. I think that if it was up to her, she would run the United States of America, but she would never admit that to us. We asked her once why she wasn’t the principal if she had so many beneficial opinions on how to run the school. She stared us all down, sitting on the edge of her desk, and replied, begrudgingly, “You all actually think I would volunteer to do that much work? Oh helllll no! I am perfectly fine where I am right now, thank you very much.” And with that she quickly proceeded to continue her lecture on just how much she hated every single character in Frankenstein because they were all “dumb wimps.”

Maybe I’ll continue with Jane tomorrow, maybe I won’t. I guess we’ll see.

An Introduction?

Well, here I am. It’s my senior year in high school, and I thought, what better way to find myself and say goodbye than to make an anonymous blog? So I suppose that’s what I now find myself doing. The only problem is that I’m not quite sure what to write on here… I mean, who would possibly be interested in reading about my life every day? No one. So I promise that there will be no (well maybe a couple) woe is me stories and I will do everything I can to make myself seem interesting. However, that being said, I do think that I should probably still write a little introduction and I’m not positive how to write an introduction without writing about myself, so hold tight because this post is going to be all about me.

My mom is a big blogger. She’s a teacher and believes that a teacher’s job does not end once she leaves the classroom. She also likes to make her “social media footprint,” as she calls it, and does so through her blog and her twitter. My mom is quite an inspiration, and her blog is one of the many reasons why I decided that now with all of my “second semester senior” free time I should really try my hand at this whole blogging thing.

The past couple of weeks I’ve done a bit of soul searching. Yes, I know, that sounds super duper tacky, especially because it’s my senior year in high school, and isn’t that what all these books are about nowadays..? How the senior in high school goes throughout her entire life thinking she’s one person and then realizes she hates who she has become and works to be a brand new human being..? Well, half of this touché story is accurate. Even though I am working on creating a new and improved me, I don’t hate my old self. In fact, there are parts of my old self that I’m going to try hard to maintain as I search for this new me. I think that in order to become a better, more open-minded person, the first step is to decide which characteristics you’re going to stick with. I’m going to work on my confidence, and waking up every morning being completely okay with who I am and what I’m good at and I am going to work hard to surround myself with people who appreciate me as much as I appreciate myself. That doesn’t mean, however, that I am going to change everything about me now to accommodate this futuristic, more confident, less bashful person. Instead, I am going to create the best mix of characteristics that I can.

Well, thank goodness that sloppy stuff is over. Now you all have a basic gist of who I am, and I can make next post more of a post about writing than an “Ask Amy.” See you all (maybe) tomorrow.