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 😛


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Mini Resolution: Taking Opportunities

One thing I’ve learnt over the past year is to take opportunities as they come.  No matter big or small, accept to do things when you’re offered.  Obviously, this doesn’t include everything, but when an opportunity pops up and you’re feeling shy and unsure of yourself, this is probably the best time to raise your hand and volunteer, or sign up for this crazy thing.  I’m of the opinion that doing that is so much better than not doing and never failing, yet living in regret over it.  

Last year, I signed up for Track & Field and remained on the team and went on the trip to compete in another country even though I was the person least in shape on the whole team and I was a horrible runner.  A few weeks before the meet, the coach told me a position just opened and I could run the 100 metres if I wanted to.  I did want to, even though I sucked.  My main event was the shot-put throw, and I was confident enough in myself to do that.  I ended up scoring 6th out of 9 on girls’ shot-put, with 6.22 metres as my longest throw.  The run, however, was terrible.

I ran in last at 22 seconds when the three other girls running with me finished at less than 16 seconds.  For anyone who’s ever tried competitive running, especially sprinting, you’d know how bad those six seconds felt.  They were like an eternity.  It’s the worst thing to see everyone pass you by the second the race starts, and to continue watching them finish the race way off in front of you.  You can’t see the crowd around you; you don’t want to see the crowd around you because you’re terrified of comprehending their expressions. In the end, I got a heartfelt (although incredibly cheesy) cheer-up speech from one the kids’ mom who’d come with us on the trip.  She told me that it doesn’t matter what I’d scored and what the others scored, what matters is that I did it.  

And she was right.  Although I still thought it was a typical kind of speech, I’m pretty proud of my achievement.  I joined a sport, stuck with the three-month training programme staying after school for two hours thrice a week, and I competed in something I was terrible at.  

Recently I took the AP Language and Composition exam which I’m surely not gaining anything higher than a 3/5 on.  I doubted myself, and I was nervous, and I probably should’ve practiced way more than I did, but I sat down and wrote three different essays in two hours, plus a multiple choice in another hour.  I get my scores in July and I can’t wait.  

When I look back on the things I did and didn’t do, I regret all the things I didn’t have the guts to do.  I know it’s cliche, but it’s true.  “It’s better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would’ve happened if I had tried.”  Even though I didn’t succeed in the things I’d done and I probably ended up embarrassing myself in the process, I’m proud of my achievements (or rather, non-achievements) and I can rest easy knowing I regret none of it.