Midnight Impulse

learning experiences and impulsive decisions



I got into university today!  Well, my second uni.  I got my acceptance to Northeastern University in Boston, Massachusetts and on Monday I found out I’d gotten into, drum roll please,

Emerson University!  This one was probably the one I had the highest chances of getting into but was still stressing over because I knew that I would be absolutely heartbroken if I hadn’t gotten into it.  It’s the perfect school for pursuing journalism or any writing-based major.  I’m also really excited because I got the half-tuition scholarship (as well as getting accepted into the Honours Programme) so this makes Emerson the cheapest option as well as the most academically-satisfying.

I’m still waiting on Boston University (results coming this Saturday), NYU, and Concordia U in Montreal.  I’m so excited!  It has only hit me now.  Emerson sent out an email inviting all accepted students to the freshman page of 2014.  It’s super cute, with all 1200 (as of now) accepted freshmen posting their “about me” sections, discussing favourite music, hobbies, and activities they excel at.  Maybe you’ll find me there 😉

On a separate note, I’m off to St Petersburg in Russia this week, from Saturday to Saturday–It’s the Model United Nations trip (for which I’m still writing my second resolution and policy statements like … right now.  We finally got our visas and I’m excited, plus it’s a fantastic time to visit Russia right now (isn’t ALWAYS a fantastic time to visit Russia?).  We will be attending the SPIMUN conference along with (apparently) another 450 delegates.  The neurotic that I am, I’ve already prepared my packing list and will be going last-minute clothes shopping tomorrow.

I’ve been a bit overwhelmed with schoolwork.  I was hoping to have things a bit easy this next month, but I’ve got my 30-page research paper to draft and complete, yearbook is picking up pace and needs to be finished, I have novels to read, this trip to take, a university-visiting trip later in April, and then my two AP classes to finish and study for for the May AP exams.  That plus online Latin I, in which I’m still on unit 1.  I’m so fucked.  I need better time management and perhaps less sleep (ironically, my AP Psychology class warns against purposeful sleep deprivation).

The greenhouse my friend and I got for the school has sort of turned into a disastrous project.  A local company came to the school and built it in three or four days but due to the high wind in the area, the plastic covering has been torn and ripped off the metal structure.  Along with the teachers we picked to guide us through the process, we–are–pissed.  The quality of the building was nowhere near what we expected and does not correspond to the price we paid for the structure.  The dream-turned-nightmare has become the subject of hysterics from other students who’ve seen it and a source of absolute embarrassment for me.  We called over the company today and they came and checked the thing out and decided on a second plan to rebuild it properly, so I’m really hoping that works out better than the last time.

I should be off to start my homework (40 minutes before midnight, of course).

Maybe I’ll rename the blog to Midnight Homework.  Midnight Procrastinator?  Midnight Assignments.  Hm 🙂

Off for now,


P.S.: Those of you applying now, have you heard back anything from your universities?  I really want to find people to share a boat with here 😛



My Future [Part 1]

I’ve heard from so many people that it’s alright not knowing what I want to do with the rest of my life, that I don’t have to decide right now what I’ll major in once I enter university.  Well, my problem is that I don’t know where I want to spend the rest of my life.  Although my teachers are all providing us with a good amount of guidance for finding universities, the one question that nobody cares about us finding the answer to is where we plan to live after university.  

The whole university search process is probably so much easier for kids who rarely travel and/or for those who feel happy where they are.  I, on the other hand, have no idea where I see myself in 10 years.  Which is normal, I guess.  But I at least want to have an image of which continent I’ll be on.  

I’d love to study in New York, but I’m not sure whether I should be going there for my undergraduate degree.  It’ll be very hard moving from this tiny little city to NYC, especially since I’m going there all by myself at the age of 18.  At the same time, I’d very much like to give Paris a try.  I’ve been yearning to go back there since the first time I went, in 2010; I didn’t appreciate it back then, but I do now.  The last option is Montreal, Canada, but that’s only if I fail at everything else.


More on this to come.

xx Adelaide


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The First Person To Think My Life Story Interesting (Part 1)

Recently I took a trip to Montreal to visit a friend.  The trip itself I may or may not later write about, but the fact is, I found the way back to be so much more full of new experience than the stay in Montreal itself.  Now bear in mind, I’m 16 and this is the first time I’ve crossed the Atlantic Ocean on my own.  The trip back from Canada to my country of residence (yes, keeping it a secret) was a grueling 26 hour journey, with a stop in Frankfurt and another in Vienna.

I got to the airport in Montreal early, checked in my luggage, and breezily went through security and passport control.  I passed the time in the airport walking around the stores and later through the duty free.  I got on the plane and walked through the aisle till I got to my seat in the economy section.  As I put my carry on up in the overhead luggage, a young African woman approached the seat with an infant baby girl in her arms, red-faced and teary-eyed.  Of course, she happened to be sitting next to me.  Now I’m not saying that anything is her fault or that she’s a bad person, but I had a 26 hour trip ahead of me and I was planning to use this, the longest flight I was on, as my sleeping time.  Thankfully, after about 15 minutes, a flight attendant approached me and offered me a different seat.  I immediately accepted the offer, although did feel guilty.  It was as though I was abandoning the woman and her little girl.

I was directed to an empty seat next to a man who looked like he was in his late fifties.  We greeted one another and sat in silence until our dinner was served.  Before our food had arrived, I’d taken the liberty to peek over the journal he was writing in, the book he was reading, and the Powerpoint presentation he was preparing.  The man really had a lot to do on a flight!  I also tried to get a couple of peeks of his face, but for anyone who’s sat next to another person ever, you know how hard it is to inconspicuously look at someone sitting right next to you  without them noticing.