Venting / post what's frustrating you thread

<p>Still bitter, cynical, and furious over college admissions. It’s one thing to know that there was a pretty good reason you got rejected, it’s another to go w*f when you see all the others that got in.
Had >4.3 GPA, >2350 SATs (first try, didn’t study), 800s on several subject tests, stellar essays that my teacher loved, took two math classes at HYPMS and got an A for both; rejected from Ivies/Stanford/MIT.</p>

<p>Meanwhile someone who got a B in the math class I was in got into HYP,
a white athlete who keeps bragging about maintaining his 3.0 GPA got into HYP, I’m top 2% or so, but 30+ people in our school are going to Ivies/Stanford/MIT.</p>

<p>Actually, I know why I got rejected: I’m Asian; our school is 50% Asian, yet 80% or so of those 30+ people are white.</p>

<p>You know something’s going wrong when it makes a tax-the-rich-raise-education-welfare-spending-gun-control-stem-cell atheist liberal like me want to vote for a Republican like Mitt Romney, just because AA directly ****s on me, while those other issues are only matters of principle.</p>

<p>^i’m sorry, but lol</p>

<p>anyway i actually don’t have much to vent about. i got a great summer job, i’ve been hiking and eating healthily, i’m going to concerts, having a good time. i guess one thing that’s been bothering me is what i really want to pursue in life, but that’s a constant thought on my mind. i think i’ll figure it out eventually.</p>

<p>Super lol.</p>

<p>I guess I’m just frustrated that I got terribly ill the FIRST ****ING DAY of summer break and I have been laying in bed practically all week watching episode after episode of the Office. While I love the Office, 30+ hours of it a week can REALLY get to you, especially when I think about what else I could be doing if I wasn’t sick. I feel like my brain is deteriorating, but when I try to do anything academic (read a book, study) I feel sick (I have the flu). I pretty much have no other option but to lay in bed. I am losing my mind!</p>

<p>At least you didn’t become ill until after finals. If you’re tired of tv, try listening to music or an audiobook for a while.</p>

<p>When people are too inqusitive about what i’m doing, why can’t they mind their own business?</p>

<p>I hate that my boyfriend (of two years) and I will not only being going to different colleges in the fall, we’ll be going to rival colleges. I also hate that he constantly “teases” me because he’s going to the academically stronger school, which I didn’t even apply to. I couldve went if I wanted to, but I didn’t.</p>

<p>My life is great - I just graduated, have 3 part-time jobs and am hanging out in my college town this summer with my best friends, and have a full-time job that I’m super excited for starting in August. BUT…</p>

<p>I hate my debt. I mismanaged my money during the school year (ate and spent too much money at the bar) so now I have all this credit card debt to pay off. I guess that’s what my 3 part-time jobs are for right?? I’m just friggin ready to not have to stress out about bills. I also hate owing my parents money (20 grand worth that I have to pay back). </p>

<p>I also hate how I really suck at flirting. I haven’t dated a guy in what seems like forever, and I’m bored! Relationships are stupid and I’m only interested in a fling, but I’m also rather prudish so I am pretty clueless as to how to get myself out of this befuddling situation. I’m also really reluctant to ask for advice about such a thing, and am insecure about my friends judging me about it (and absolutely hate their encouragement). Ergh.</p>

<p>Just got into my dream school as a transfer, now I’m freaking out if I’ll get enough money to go!!!</p>

<p>my dumbas5 roommate is currently smoking a joint with his friends at 3 f***ing o’clock in the morning.</p>

<p>I am so glad I’m out of here in 2 months. so sick of this b1tch… his brother and i are good friends. It’s amazing how different they are from each other.</p>

<p>People who are in college and can’t figure out where the $ and ’ go.</p>

<p>the what??</p>