Savage Beauty

So who wants to go to NYC with me to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit?

OR…

Who wants to buy me everything in the gift shop online? My birthday is soon…

There goes my summer…

So tonight my mom and I had to go to Loyola for a Admitted Transfer Student Reception at the Water Tower Campus. I was really excited cause I love having nights out with my mom and Ashley made us dinner reservations at Mity Nice Grill in Water Tower Place. Everything was great until I walked over to talk to the people at the Admissions table.

I found out tonight that I am severely behind in my credit hours. Last October, someone in Admissions told me I only needed 56 credit hours to be considered a Junior at Loyola. So I have since been planning my schedule around that number. Tonight I was informed that whoever told me that is basically on crack and royally fucked me over. The correct number is 60 credits. Oh and those two online classes I signed up for for summer? Neither of those count for shit.

So now for June and July I have to take two Lit classes at 3 hours a pop, two days a week, AT NIGHT. Oh and then starting July 5, I have to take a FOUR HOUR, four day a week Italian class for a whole month, every morning from 9am to 1pm.

And to top it all off, that wont even begin to catch me up. When I get to Loyola, I have to take 5 classes first semester, SEVEN second semester, and at least one summer session consisting of two classes, possibly even two summer sessions.

Oh and because of the idiot who told me the wrong number, I also lose out on a $3,000 scholarship I worked really hard to deserve by having 5 credits less than required. Something I also wasn’t informed of.

So there goes everything I had planned this summer…

I have never felt so screwed over in my life.

I’ve been itching to finally get out of my town and live a little bit. Appreciate things I’ve neglected and take part in opportunities given to me. So I not only have big plans for my summer but for my next few years starting with my new apartment and my big girl college, Loyola. Six months ago, the thought of leaving my house horrified me. Now its bittersweet. I know I will come home a lot at first, but I hope to eventually accustom my family to the city so that they’ll start coming to me.

I’m really anxious about all of the things Loyola has in store for me, mainly Europe. I cannot wait to study abroad in Rome for a month next summer with Lauren and am even more excited to spend our weekends in other cities, especially Paris. I’m even considering staying for a fifth week to complete an intersession in Greece.

But before I even do that, Patrick’s family invited me to the Philippines in December. Which means I would also be going to Japan.

Now if only money grew on trees…