Taking it Back to 19th Century England

Every time that we do something fun in school, apart from daily routine, it makes everything so much better. Today was one of those:) In English, we have been reading The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde, and to celebrate us finishing the play up, we got fancy with a tea party! Finger foods most obviously included!

Partying in class - we're doing it right, with our pinky's out

The tea: Earl Grey / The scones: buttery and delicious

Obviously, we all took our roles very seriously and put on our best snooty English Tea Party faces

I received some unnerving news today. As some friends and I were discussing college (as I'm sure all stressed-out seniors do) someone asked me where I was applying. So I listed off my schools and when I mentioned Brown, a friend went, "Oh man, you have some competition for that one!" It was the first time I had heard that someone else from our class was applying. I mean, naturally I knew that someone else would be applying to Brown, and that's totally fine, it's part of the whole applying game, but I was more than a little surprised by who it was. The person who is applying, let's just say he and I don't get along, our views just do not mesh. But, it's whatever, he and I can coexist peaceful with no one the wiser. However, what worries me is that with both of us applying, Brown admissions will surely compare us and that terrifies me. This person has an incredible GPA and ACT score, and he was in the running for valedictorian. I'm proud of my ACT and my GPA because I worked hard to earn them, but they are less than his. Granted, I feel as if other parts of my application are very strong, potentially stronger than his, I worry that they are not strong enough. Brown has been my dream school for years, and I will be devastated if they accept him, and not me. I suppose the only thing to do is make my application stand out in every way possible, and hope Brown recognizes my devotion to the school and my academics. Here's to hoping for the best with fingers crossed! 

But now, something to make you laugh. This morning, as I'm making lunch in a hurry, and mom is scrambling around me because she is pretty much a zombie without her coffee in the morning, and dad is just doing... something, I dont think he even knew what, the kitty was running around like a little maniac. Seriously, after she eats, I swear she turns into Speedy Gonzalez or something. Anyway, all three of us are doing our own thing, and the kitty is being crazy, and nobody's the wiser. Finally things calm down and we all sit down for breakfast before we head out for the day. But something's not right... Anytime we are at the table, without fail, kitty comes and sits in one of our laps. That's just how it goes. But not this time...naturally, we were suspicious. Then, the meowing starts. Mom flips, we can't find the cat, and the meowing is only getting louder. Nope, not in the pantry. Nope, not in the laundry room. Nope, not anywhere in the entire first floor. By now, I'm starting to get a little freaked because the cats don't quite get along just yet and god knows what could happen if they get alone in a room somewhere. Dad's the only one that still has a level head at this point. So we keep searching, and searching, and searching until all of a sudden dad gets a light bulb moment. He runs to the fridge, yanks the door open, and there we find the kitty, snuggled up next to a bottle of wine. For some unknown reason, that cat runs to the fridge and gets in every single time we open it. This time, she just didn't get out. She looked so comfortable next to that wine, I was almost sad when we took her out; she was meowing so sadly I didn't think she wanted to leave! I don't I'll ever understand her strange obsession with the fridge. But then again, I'm probably not meant to haha.