We all applied to Uni High with the future in mind to some extent.

From the tender age of 12 or 13 we’ve all had college on the brain. After four years of challenging classes, strenuous homework loads, standardized tests, and hours devoted to extracurricular activities, the obvious step is to apply to a few elite colleges and hope for the best.

It’s nearing April 1, and a strange, anxious anticipation is in the air. Seniors are sprinting at the sound of the mail truck and constantly checking their e-mail. The reason for this erratic behavior?

College admission decisions have arrived.

Almost six months ago, seniors across the nation switched their focus from their studies and social scenes to self-promotion.

Every day we are accosted with endless prescriptions for how many calories to eat, how many hours of sleep to get, how much we should exercise, what products to buy, and essentially how to live our lives.

It is finally here, the weekend to surpass all weekends in craziness, Uni-ness, and lack of sleep: the senior trip to the Wisconsin Dells.

As a young child, frolicking through the blissful days of elementary school, Feb. 14 was a day to look forward to, full of glittery construction-paper hearts and chocolate kisses pasted to doilies and stuffed into make-shift mailboxes.

However, in my adolescent years and in those of my approaching adulthood, this once magical holiday has fizzled away into bitter nothingness.

One vice I have never fallen victim to is the hypnotic debauchery of online games … until I discovered the enticing Facebook application, Jetman.

Uni dances have become so unpopular, and frankly the rebellion is getting quite annoying.

I am particularly excited about the upcoming presidential elections. Tracking the results from the Iowa caucuses to the New Hampshire primaries has almost been better than keeping up with college football with the hype and controversy that the candidates bring to the race.

Procrastination is a way of life that many Uni students have come to know quite well. Some would argue that procrastination is almost an inevitability in respect to the amount of homework we receive.

Lately, I have had an incredible amount of reading to do for various classes, and it has been a serious struggle. I just finished a 470-page book for English class in less than two weeks and am already behind in our new book, and I read a 300-page novel for a history paper.

The source of my struggle to keep up with my readings is that I have forgotten how to read.

Art is weird.

It is revered, detested, misunderstood, enjoyed, created, and destroyed. Art is in a constant state of metamorphosis; certain styles go in and out of fashion and others are timeless. Techniques are constantly being copied, spliced, and rewired. And this isn't simply visual art, it's everything — photography, fashion, architecture, music, dance, writing.

I ate a grape for the first time today. It tasted very good.

Like the quality of Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network, the excitement and fun of Halloween has seriously diminished.

During my years at Uni High I have suffered more academic pain than I would have ever chosen to inflict upon myself.

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