So I've been struggling epically with my college essays.

I thought that I had one, maybe two, all wrapped up and perfected. But then I let my parents read them, and they trashed them. Shortly after, I acquired a book of really good college essays written by students in the past.

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.

The other day I received this e-mail from Central College:

I'm already feeling nervous: College? EEK!

It’s only my sophomore year, and I am not going to shoot for an Ivy League school (just because I’m not that attracted to any of them), but I’m already going through a preliminary phase of passive-yet-nail-biting-ridden anxiety.