This is why Tyler rocks.

mysocksarecoolerthanyours: Okay, O Word Guru, tell me: is "underwhelmed" a word?
mysocksarecoolerthanyours: Microsoft Word says it's not. dictionary.com says it is.
tlhinman: ...
tlhinman: You're actually listening to Word for language advice?
mysocksarecoolerthanyours: :/
tlhinman: ;)
mysocksarecoolerthanyours: I don't want colleges to be like "omg she is making up words, don't let her in"
tlhinman: "lol what a n00b"
mysocksarecoolerthanyours: I don't want Harvard to think I'm a n00b!
mysocksarecoolerthanyours: "Seperated." They're the n00bs.
tlhinman: Totally.
tlhinman: You should say that.
tlhinman: "I found the spelling error on the application to be highly n00bish."

Bummer.

Amherst wanted a secondary school transcript, so I sent an e-mail to their admissions office explaining my situation. After a bit of ping-ponging back and forth, they told me I can't apply as a transfer student because, as they see it, I attended community college in lieu of high school. They recommended that I apply next year as a freshman.

The worst thing about this is that I agree with them. Applying as a first-year student is what I originally wanted to do. None of the colleges I asked would let me do that, though, because I have so much college credit, so I gave up.

So, basically, I got only two hours of sleep last night for nothing. And I'm beginning to feel the "what happens if they all reject me" dread, and I don't know what I'm going to do if I don't get in anywhere, and it pretty much sucks.

And that's all the wallowing I'm letting myself do. I'm going to finish my last half hour at work, go home, eat something, do my psych homework, and go to sleep, and I'm not allowing myself to drift into a mood of hopelessness. I have better things to do with my time.

EDIT: Clarification- Amherst was not one of the colleges that told me I wouldn't be able to apply as a freshman. I asked maybe four colleges about it, and all of them said the same thing (more than 12 units of college credit and you have to apply as a transfer student), so I incorrectly assumed it was a general rule.

That's a load off my back.

My first breakup sucked a lot. I was thirteen, I'd never been in a relationship before that one, and I had no clue what to do or what to say; she was badly hurt and I was wracked with guilt.

Ever since then, though, they've been a breeze: "This isn't really working, is it?" "Nope, it's really not." "Wanna be friends?" "Sure." That's how it was with Dan, and then Jonhenry, and now Richard. I thought it was a fluke with the first two, but maybe I really do have a knack for easy breakups.

Yay. ^_^