2 down, 3 to go.
NYU and CUNY are done. Time to take a little rest! My next deadline is Feb 1, so I have a little time to myself to chill. These last few days have been hectic and awful. I think it was a build-up of grad and being home stress. It sucks.
While I was working on apps and my statement, my mom was busying unintentionally torturing me. She cut my hair too short, she chooses what I should wear and where to go, yells at me about food and exercise. She made OS, LS, LB, and me cry- it's been a battlefield. The icing on the cake was when she opened my letter of rec. NOW I HAVE NO LETTER TO TURN INTO MY SCHOOL. The worst is that she doesn't even apologize when she's wrong. And when she does, it's insincere.
After trying to figure things out, I made a few calls and made things happen. Now, I have 2 apps in. Thank the Lord. Realistically, I don't think NYU is going to take me because of my super low and embarrassing GRE scores, of which I probably have to retake. CUNY might take me, but my scores are a serious low blow that might potentially overshadow my work experience. EH, no more thinking about it. Being the baby I am, I cried a lot yesterday after my mom sifted through my mail and opened all my letters. I thought it was a lost hope to try to submit apps. I tried anyways.
My mom just loves to micromanage. While I was trying to recover from the mail incident, she kept trying to make me try on ao dai for her stupid NYE party that I'm attending to please her. On top of that, I have to sing with my older sister. She's been on my back about the song, trying to "teach" me how to sing (seriously, she is the LAST person I need to tell me how to sing) and forcing me to "breathe" better. Problems occur when I can't fit my ao dais or remember the words because of her constant hovering. SPACE. SPACE. SPACE.
I don't know what to do now. I'm just so mentally tired from being at home. How is that so when I fought so hard to come back to TX. Oh, the irony. Distance surely makes the heart grow fonder. It is in my case, at least.
While I was working on apps and my statement, my mom was busying unintentionally torturing me. She cut my hair too short, she chooses what I should wear and where to go, yells at me about food and exercise. She made OS, LS, LB, and me cry- it's been a battlefield. The icing on the cake was when she opened my letter of rec. NOW I HAVE NO LETTER TO TURN INTO MY SCHOOL. The worst is that she doesn't even apologize when she's wrong. And when she does, it's insincere.
After trying to figure things out, I made a few calls and made things happen. Now, I have 2 apps in. Thank the Lord. Realistically, I don't think NYU is going to take me because of my super low and embarrassing GRE scores, of which I probably have to retake. CUNY might take me, but my scores are a serious low blow that might potentially overshadow my work experience. EH, no more thinking about it. Being the baby I am, I cried a lot yesterday after my mom sifted through my mail and opened all my letters. I thought it was a lost hope to try to submit apps. I tried anyways.
My mom just loves to micromanage. While I was trying to recover from the mail incident, she kept trying to make me try on ao dai for her stupid NYE party that I'm attending to please her. On top of that, I have to sing with my older sister. She's been on my back about the song, trying to "teach" me how to sing (seriously, she is the LAST person I need to tell me how to sing) and forcing me to "breathe" better. Problems occur when I can't fit my ao dais or remember the words because of her constant hovering. SPACE. SPACE. SPACE.
I don't know what to do now. I'm just so mentally tired from being at home. How is that so when I fought so hard to come back to TX. Oh, the irony. Distance surely makes the heart grow fonder. It is in my case, at least.
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