It is most undeniably

Fall. And boy, did it sneak up on me. There's something about the bite in the air, the cup of tea, the ginger snaps. And of course, being back in school. When you mix all that up with the changing leaves, you get--fall.

And Oh, to listen to music and wander around in this weather! I'd be so happy. If only the guy at radio shack had told me that my music phone needs a headphone converter, a USB cord, and some weird sprint download in order for it to really live up to the 'MUSIC' part of its name. All I can do is slide it open and shut over and over while I walk home. God, I could never live without a QWERTY keyboard on the phone anymore. I've moved up in the world--from the crappy free phone that comes with mom's plan to a good ol' LG Rumor. And I have to admit, it's fun, what with the camera, facebook access, and (hopefully someday soon) music space. I'm hoping this one will get me all the way through college. I (knock on wood) haven't dropped it yet.

Fall of senior year also means College. I'm somewhere in the middle of it, far behind all of my friends in the application process. But the guidance counselor (admittedly, his standards are pretty low) says I'm doing fine. At least now I have a short list, which just yesterday got one school shorter. I'm crossing off Boston U. It's the only school that requires SATIIs, and honestly it's not worth the time or money. Plus it's wayyy expensive. Nothanks.

I'm beginning to learn to not compare myself to other kids when it comes to all of this. Everyone's interests are so unique, it just doesn't make sense. No, I'm not applying to Yale. Or Georgetown. And I've also stopped looking down on people applying to Montco and the like. And I've GOTTA stop telling people that Temple is one of my safety schools. It's not because it's easy to get in or it's not as good of an education! I don't buy any of that. It's just because they're not perfectly suited towards my major.

I guess I've written far less prosaic posts, but at the moment, this is life. I got a 7 (on the AP scale) on my first lit paper for sounding too informal, and I guess it's carrying over. Not that I mind, the seven actually made me very happy. Mr. Kreft said I was right on the border between seven and eight, and he decided to be a little harsh just like the AP people will be. So it goes. I'm with him.

After a week, I am more amazed than ever. This is the last year of school as I know it. There's so many pros to hold up against the cons...yet I feel like I already miss school, even though I'm in the middle of it.