This is it...

Two days to NY!
Four days to Earlham!

I'm excited, yet at the same time I could be so much more. Should the blame be on him? Possibly. But I can't find it in myself to. I'm just hoping it'll take a good/great turn soon.

10.27... 331

January 3rd, 2009.
Not a good day, at all.
Actually, I think I have mixed emotions about it.

Great.

Do it 'til we reach consensus!

The Admissions Committee of Earlham College has reviewed your application and is pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to the College for the 2009 spring semester. Congratulations and welcome to Earlham!

I hopped into the car today and found myself reaching out to grab a FedEx envelope that was being handed to me. Teared it open and ended up reading (after a quick glimpse for certain key words such as 'congratulations') an acceptance letter into Earlham College. I received an acceptance from Mizzou yesterday via email so now I feel bad about having to reject them. Oh well. The letter from Earlham was brilliant in my opinion and the emails following it with the Director of International Student Admissions just proved how much I know i'm going to love this school. I can't wait!

[Images from www.earlham.edu]

World Diabetes Day... a day late

I would not call what went on this morning a 'marathon' but regardless, the fact that such an event existed is quite promising. From the draw at the end I would say approximately 4,500 pedestrians/bikers took place in the 3km (6km for some) 'marathon'. The weather was great, and the energy that was radiated from the bunch was brilliant. Not to mention that for the first time in my life, I won something from a raffle. No, it was not an Acer laptop, a plasma screen nor a theatre system but a... refrigerator. Yes. A refrigerator. Quite amusing really, especially considering that I was not even paying attention to the tickets being drawn towards the end. My little sister had to knock me sideways in order for me to realise that I just missed my number being called. Anyway, I have already asked my dad if we were in need of a refrigerator and with his answer being no, we settled on selling it. The cash made from it will be dumped into my savings so I have that little boost on the whole never-ask-parents-for-money-in-college thing.

One thing is slightly puzzling me though. How come no one on Safat posted news regarding this event? I just recall one post in the past few days but thats about it.

On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month...

Two minutes of silence.

[It appears I have lost the pin that attaches my poppy to my shirt. hmph.]

We both know that I could think myself dizzy

I'm sincerely hoping that sooner or later I wont be leaving month long gaps between my posts.

Everything is moving unbelievably fast I can't imagine I ever went on about my tedious days (i told you so's may be in session as of now). About 15- 20 hours of my week is spent volunteering at a certain 'Dar' here (thank you! [you know who you are :)]) and the place is absolutely amazing. I am in no way treated as a child, or even a student... but a fellow peer! My opinions, and ideas are taken into serious consideration and they trust me with tasks that are of importance. Some of them thought I was already a College graduate, employed there! Which honestly, makes no sense as I don't even look older than 15. But I'm not complaining. It's tiring at times but incredibly exciting.

I have managed to get a hold of a certain teacher who moved to Bahrain to write up my recommendation letter for Earlham. The reason for delaying this process for so long (not so bad as the full application's deadline is Nov 1st) was finding the right teacher. I do not want to walk into a College that expects more of me, but rather, one that will challenge me to succeed above my limits. Whatever they may be, judged and determined by me. To know my strengths AND my flaws- even if one or the other is minimal. Basically, not be the 'ideal' or 'perfect' student. I know I'm not a horrible student, and I know my grades aren't horrendous but I needed honesty. So I was pretty much right on track when part of his response had the following, although to call me a 'perfect student' is a tad extreme in my opinion. I guess that defines anyone who doesn't give you a hard time:

However, be aware: my reputation with american colleges is important to me, and them: I don't lie. The truth will be told! But, you have little to be worried about as you were a perfect student!

Overall, after completing the reference, his reply was:

Made you sound like a mixture of Maggie Tulliver and Ludwig Wittgenstein. You'll walk in. Good luck!

... ah, how I miss literature class.

Or more importantly, how much I miss him right now. Shall we call him 'the boy' from hereon? I'll give it a shot. The boy is not the mentioned teacher, mind you. I'll get into that some other time, perhaps.

Hm, I think my blogging style is changing by the post. For better or worse I'm not quite sure yet.

I'm pissing all of my bullets about...

I'm afraid the next 3 months is going to perfectly depict hell for me. I have nothing to do, and it's getting quite irritating. I already volunteered to help out with the schools yearbook (ran into the teacher in charge/ she asked for my help/ she'll give me a call after Ramadan) which is great but it wont exactly fill up my days. Two other friends of mine in the same fix wanted to help out at the local animal shelter here too, but the only problem is the distance between them and us. So we're/I'm at a loss. What luck.

And it appears a sibling of mine has found her way into the blogging world. Not the first I assure you but surely the most clueless out of the two. Her first post was a basic 'introduction' and she practically spilled her life story on there (names of family members, her current school, etc). I had to sit her down and talk her through the 'rules of the blogging world'; a task which I never foresaw myself doing but found quite amusing (apart from the objections to why I won't link her to my 'nonexistent' blog [i lied, sue me. Honestly, just because I know things doesn't necessarily mean I'm involved in them too. Hah. It was a valid argument!]). Strictly speaking, it's fine if you want to pour yourself all over the pages (after all, your life story is up for grabs on facebook) but there is a limit, and you can't cross it. Especially in Kuwait.

As for family, I finally added that brother of mine on Skype. I haven't talked to him willingly in the past year so let us see how long this lasts. At the moment he's simultaneously complaining about the workload and praising the parties at his university in the US. This most likely being his sad attempt to sell me off to his large state university. Not my type of thing at all. He knows it, yet he never stops.