Sweetheart, bitter heart OR my first college interview

As I entered the Springdale Holiday Inn, I knew from the moment my mother told me to adjust my purse strap so as to not emphasize my chest that my 24 hour Fellowship Interview Extravaganza was going to be oodles of fun.

The lobby was filled with tables and people in polos whose helpfulness was kind of creepy at first. And those were only the people in charge of check-in. I didn't recognize as many of the kids as I expected to. I mean, between choir, forensics, AGS, and ACE, I usually recognize people at high school functions. But I really only knew a handful of people, and not at first. I just waited for my parents to go to their table and booked it up to my room. Conveniently, my roommate and I were on the same elevator. Her name was Katie from Kansas. She was very nice and let me borrow her straightener. So I talked to her some and we went back down to the lobby together. I tried to introduce her to the big group of Fayetteville kids, but then I saw Libby Wolfe, who I hadn't seen at all since July 25th, and I got really excited, and I think I scared Katie off.

At dinner, I ended up sitting next to a boy all the way from Boise, Idaho named Clinton Peter. He plays cello and guitar and piano and lacrosse. He also had a really graphic foot surgery that he, Cali Angela Wang, and Yibo discussed in detail (he wants to be a reconstructive plastic surgeon; the latter two worked at a hospital this summer, involving something called a "blood bucket". Charming, right?) Clinton was nice and interesting, a snowboarder, not a potato farmer. He actually asked me the small talk questions, which is not usually the case when I meet someone at things like this. And it wasn't awkward, it was nice. He turned out to be a Republican who likes the same music as 9th grade Andrea, but we ended on good terms. He told me to add him on facebook. I don't think he actually learned my name ever.

Highlights of the...weekend (Sunday/Monday)? trip (...to Springdale ?) experience (something like that) would be:
-wearing panty hose on the first day when most people were in jeans
-stuffing my already full belly with the vegetarian pasta that the nice people at the hotel served me (in a really freaking huge bowl)
-being saved from my awkward cleavage "mentor" (and also from not remembering to pack pjs...)at Pomfret by Emily
-seeing Annie Wang sprint in high heels (she's incredibly spry), and
-watching the Oscars with Maddie Hooper and the two University chaperons in the hotel bar because channel 7 didn't work anywhere else.
Also all of the fifty gazillion cookies I ate.

I don't have much to say about the actual interview. I think it went well. I wrote about corn and celebrities in my timed essays. Heh. Find out in a week.

The rest of today felt very productive. I rode a bus with my mommy, escaped creepy creep hick old men ("I liike yer flowur... it's on the wrohnge siide. Heh. Heh.") on the bus with my mommy, watched Ellen, finished As I Lay Dying (which is possibly my favorite book we've read in Lit), bounced at WOW with Michelle, and went to Banah's, where we ate mango, read (and lied) to Keeno, and played feisty Feist on the piano.

See? You see what I did there?

But I got up at 5:30 this morning. The three cups of coffee and five cups of tea are wearing off now.

Sidenote- today was Mimi's 69th birthday. I had such a nice phone conversation with her just a little while ago. It wasn't forced, really, not at all. It was casual and enjoyable. Surprisingly. I mean, that's always how I try to talk to my relatives, but not usually how it works. Anyway.

There are like 40 days of school left.