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| Stuff to put on med school app.
1. Swim lesson instructor
2. Pre Med Club (VP Shadowing)/
Alpha Lambda Delta Premedical Arts Honor Society, Delta Chapter
4. Le Cercle Francais (President)
Pi Delta Phi National French Honor Society Memeber
5. Pathology Shadowing
6. Biology Student Aide
7. French Tutor
8. Dean's List
9. Outstanding Freshman in French Award
10. Grenoble Language and Liberal Arts Program through Boston University
11. Pi Delta Phi National French Honor Socitey, Iota Kappa Chapter
12. Desk Attendant
13. House Council Representative
14. Grader for the French Department
15. Freshman Core Reader Publication (same essay, 2 years)
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| So you know how you always change your buddy profile or you hear a
funny joke and want to remember it? Well, I've transferred
my Xanga into a random thoughts and memories I want to keep but will
probably forget graveyard so if anyone does read this, that's all it is
and nothing interesting.
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| Haven't written anything in a long time so figured I might try and keep
up maybe once a week, a little more realistic I think. So lately
this semster has been going better, as far as school goes. But I
still think that all dorms should be co-ed on floors because all these
girls living so close together is just asking for a whole mess of
trouble, which it has produced. Damn, is there a lot of
drama. But, I'm not going into that because I'm in a pretty good
mood right now, I'd just like to advocate thinking before speaking to
ALL no matter how right you THINK you are. My instructor for chem
lab is the biggest nerd I've ever seen or met, but he's totally
hilarious. I really miss hanging out with my high school friends
so here's a shout out to y'all. I'm living on the 4th floor of
Berg next year so if you want to find out the room number you have to
ask "Wehrenberg do you live?", totally the funniest Valpo joke, thank
you very much. Oh well, I'm still going to send pictures.
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| Okay, I have transformed into a super spaz. I can't believe it. College scared the living crap out of me. I think that I though that not reading all of the material automatically meant that I was going to fail the class. And, that really scared me because a.) that means a crap load of work, and I was a real slacker in high school and b.) I couldn't read all the material; I tried my hardest and despite all my very best efforts, I was still unsuccessful. But, I think I'm better now, not all better but better none the less. My mom made me come home this weekend because I called her in hysterics twice, she said it was the worst state she's ever seen me in in my whole life, almost 19 years. And, I really believe that. I was nauseated with worry and stress. It felt like the night before my term paper for three straight days. Note to self: I gotta try Peptobysmal; if that really works, what a wonderful world. I think I'm writing this so I don't go hysterical again. I have a really great mom. She told me it's perfectly fine if I fail. I can quit college if I really want to and/or drop pre-med forever. (But, I do think she said the whole dropping school thing because she knows I wouldn't and couldn't.) I'm just so glad to be back in the realm of the sane. Dude, I really lost it there, and I want to send kudos to the freaking greatest room mate ever, Ashley Poling, because my room fry Ashley was there for me and got me a cool doggy and a card that made me smile. You're the shizz Ashel-izzle!!! So, all you who read this please tell me your apprehensions about college (those to come, have come, or that are on there way to nestling in your brain at this very moment). I'm really interested to hear what's going on in other people's heads, especially after my temporary psychosis there. | | |
| I had a great day today. I got my ears pierced on a jazz band field trip. Tons of fun. I had to clasp Dominic's hand so I wouldn't scream out of fear. I'm such a nancy. Yay! I await the return of John on Monday. How sweet it will be. Charlie hasn't decided whether or not to kill me yet. This is actually a plus, being that I would be one of only four in jazz band whom he doesn't want to kill. I rule. I keep forgetting that my ears are pierced. It sucks so bad when I hit the studs. I get to go to prom with David. Yay! That makes me happy. He said I'm better than Hilary. (No offense meant to her. He just feels spited for being pushed aside. Don't fret Hilary, he's not mad at you.) So, I'm in a pretty chipper mood.  | | |
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