Me being a nineties teen babe by Christine Delay
Hey hey hey.
Senior year is busier than junior year was, which is crazy. I keep telling myself that once I get my college applications in, I’ll be cruising. Everything is so exciting! Graduation is on my birthday, and then it’ll be summer, and then it’ll be college. It’s so weird.
Everyone has been asking me where I’m applying to college and what I want to major in, and they’re tough questions to answer. I want to study journalism. I want to be a journalist. So often, people tell me that the best way to become a writer is to specialize in some other field and then write about it. But that’s not what I want to do! There’s nothing else I care about or am remotely interested in. Journalism it will be.
As for schools, I’m applying to Columbia, Brown (people always scoff when I say these, but I have the grades and the scores and I can see no harm in applying as long as I accept that I most likely won’t get in), Barnard, UCLA (maybe UC Berkeley? I have to do some research), NYU, and, of course, UMass Amherst. There are a few more colleges I’d like to look into but don’t really know anything about, like Northwestern and Fordham. I want to be far away. I don’t even live in Boston yet it’s still too familiar. I want to be at a big school with tons of people, far away from home. I’m itching to leave Massachusetts, to meet new people, to simply not be here anymore.
Whatever I do, wherever I end up, I will pursue a career as a writer, because it’s the only thing that I will ever be satisfied doing.
I’m going to try to keep this blog running this year, but it could be slow. I’m taking a digital photography course, so I’ll be forced into creativity in that regard; if I’m satisfied enough with any photos I take, I’ll post them here. I’m coediting both the school newspaper and the school literary magazine, so I’ll be channeling a lot of my thought and energy that way. Everything is so hectic and exciting in a way it never has been before, and I can’t imagine forgetting to archive that excitement here.
That’s about all I have to say. I’m not proofreading this, because I have a paper to write and biology notes to take and god knows what else to do. Just an update from a ~~teen w/ big aspirationzzzzz
Hey, you can ignore this post if you don’t live near me or go to school with me because it’s a formal dress giveaway and I ain’t mailing anything.
Anonymous said: hi! You are a very talented writer and I truly hope you achieve your dreams and aspirations! Your voice is fresh and unique, with elements of Didion and Salinger. Please never abandon your blog!
Messages like this mean so much to me. Thank you so much. I can’t promise I’ll never abandon my blog, but I’ve been at it for four years and I’ll certainly stick around for a while.
Yesterday at work my friend told me that my outfits throughout the first week of school gave me the “demeanor of ‘I just don’t give a fuck.’” I hadn’t thought of it this way, but I think she hit the nail on the head.
Ever since around the middle of sophomore year, people (classmates, teachers) have been asking me why I was dressing “normally” all of a sudden. However, clothing, for me, has never been about being different. It’s been about pursuing whatever aesthetic I feel like, placing myself in whatever era suits my fancy. Dressing well is a reason to get out of bed in the morning. It’s a subtle escape from the mundane.
I started posting goofy outfits here in 2010. Remember that Lady Gaga’s 2010 meat dress was the peak of her absurdity. The year also saw Nicki Minaj’s rise to fame, accompanied by bubblegum-colored wigs and strange, sculpted dresses. When I was thirteen and fourteen, I looked to pop culture for inspiration. These were the images I saw and the celebrity styles I emulated.
I like to think I developed taste, to an extent, in sophomore and junior year. It wasn’t a descent into caring about what other people thought of me, as several classmates have assumed, but rather a change in sources of inspiration and in what I thought looked good.
I toyed with the idea of making unfashionable clothes appealing, which I didn’t even realize was normcore. Whether I was conscious of it or not, the way I’ve dressed and grown has aligned with the trends, from outlandish to comfortably normal.
Perhaps, as Lisa Simpson also feared, “I’ve hit my mental and creative peak at the tender age of [seventeen]. What will my life be like after I descend into mediocrity?” [x] Maybe I’ll start wearing sweatpants to school unironically. But for now, I just don’t give a fuck.
H&M ice cream shirt, 80’s basketball shorts, Converse
1976 Patriots shirt, ridiculous vest garment thing from UO, AA skirt, New Balance
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first day of school outfit 2k14; vintage dress from a vintage store in Providence, Gap socks, shoes from some place in Italia
It’s really weird that I’m a senior in high school. It’s a brand new school building and I can’t find my way around. My teachers are all pretty cool, and I’m taking an art class for the first time ever. I feel like all of the social drama bullshit that plagued me and everyone else through the years is finally dissipating. None of us particularly want to be at school at 7:30, we’re all apprehensive about college applications, and we’ve come to realize that giving each other dirty looks in the hallway doesn’t accomplish anything. It’s a marked change that I’ve been told was coming for a long time, and I think it’s finally here.
Since this is the last ~first-day-of-school-pic, we can do a little retrospective:
freshman year (shudder)
sophomore year (frizzy hair & wrinkly dress)
junior year (finally started wearing makeup and having a decent haircut. also, growth spurt: in sophomore year my head just barely came to the fifth shingle; in junior year it was well above it)
And, to those of you who’ve stuck around since freshman year, thanx.