<p>I'm scared that being stressed about schools is making me grouchy all the time. I asked my friends if I am and they said no... but still. I usually post positive things but that's only a fraction of what goes through my mind. </p>
<p>After about every hour or so that I waste/spend on CC, I'm like, "hey, Stargirl, let's go to current school's website and get happy about it!" The only problem is that it just makes me even more sad. So I find myself back on Groton's website, where high-quality pictures of students having fun rotate as the front page every time I refresh the computer. It's the website where I've pretty much memorized the order of all the slideshows. Where I can name half the people in those pictures because I've Facebook stalked them (he he :)).</p>
<p>During class a few days ago, the teacher asked us to raise our hands if we think of ourselves as optimists. I was one of the few who didn't. I'm always thinking that the worst will happen but hoping for the best, falling asleep to a movie under my eyelids of the day Groton calls to tell me I'm in. I tell my mom that if she gets the call she should immediately pick me up from school and I wouldn't even mind missing my favorite class (English! :D).</p>
<p>Reading the Groton Zebra Tales blogs and hearing accepted students being congratulated over and over again hurts. Yes, I congratulate them too when I get the chance because it is the polite thing to do. I'm happy for them but so entirely jealous.</p>
<p>Sometimes I congratulate myself for being waitlisted. "If they didn't want you, they would've rejected you." But then I answer with, "if they wanted me, they would've accepted me." And now, as I find even more of Groton's current 2nd Formers that are faculty kids and legacies, it annoys me. It annoys me because I'm never going to have the advantages that these students have. I don't doubt their abilities or knowledge, I just know that in terms of admission, their files were probably glanced at and placed in the accepted pile.</p>
<p>About a quarter of me knows getting accepted will never happen, but the other three pieces can only dream about what I'll do when things do end up going my way.</p>
<p>My mom says that she wants me to get in because I'll finally be getting something I deserve. I'm never the one picked at school for special opportunities because I don't need the extra motivation (I cried when I thought I had and A- in Spanish, but it turns out I was looking at the quiz average and not the term grade, just an example of my self-drivenness if that's even a word).</p>
<p>I ran eight miles the morning of March 10. I'm super slow, so those eight miles took me an hour and 52 minutes. Even with music on and being on a new route, the only thing I could think about for those 112 minutes was Groton. And what I would do if I saw an acceptance letter.</p>
<p>I returned home and bawled my eyes out.</p>
<p>I just had to get this all out.</p>
<p>P.S. My school runs on the trimester system and term 2 ended a couple weeks ago. I reached one of my goals - a 100 average in science (got it last year and wanted to keep it for at least one term!) and now I'm loosening up a bit. I don't know if it's stupid, because I'm sure I'll need my current grades to apply next year, but I don't care quite as much. I'm still doing really well, I'm just not worrying anymore.</p>