College

So I'm back and really excited to go to college! Whichever one I end up attending, I know I will be so much happier there than here. I just know it. Anyway, I met some great people, I learned a lot, and now it's back to high school. Interesting tidbit: my shuttle back to the airport was a white stretch limo. The shuttle to the college was a van with "Shuttle Express" painted on it, but the limo had no markings so I was honestly worried that I was being abducted by the mob or something. But no. It was just another shuttle.
    So that was my first time in a limo.
    They had complementary water. :)
    Now I'm home again, and I've pretty much narrowed down my colleges to two. Which is why I don't want to apply for theater scholarships in all six colleges to which I applied. Just does not seem worth it. I am making progress in one or two of my various projects, so more about that next time.
    For now, homework. :(
    And a quick side note. I really do not like it when people I don't know touch my possessions without my permission. Even if they're just curious. See, this happened to me in English class on Thursday. This girl picked up my eraser, looked at it, and put it down again as she was walking by, and it really made me angry. It probably wasn't even what she did that bothered me, so much as the way she completely ignored me, didn't even look at me once, as if I didn't exist, as if I wasn't worth asking, as if I were somehow less than she. If she had asked, it would have been completely fine, but as it was, it wasn't. And I probably should have told her that, because she probably didn't even realize. But I can never think of that at the time, somehow.