Alright. A summary of my activities in the last two weeks.

The first consisted mainly of me getting a taste of my what my life would be like if I stayed in State College. Lots of wandering around downtown, hanging out at Websters, going to classes, etc. I got tons of free pizza on Friday (good day to tag along to school) and saw a number of my old Delta teachers. Much fun.

Sunday night, Michelle, Monika, Julia and I left after Julia was finished with Seussical and we drove up to New York City. In the morning, we went on a tour of Pratt. The guide was fat and obnoxious, but that impression aside, I was not thoroughly impressed. We moved on to Boston, where we infiltrated Daniel's apartment and took a very personally powered tour of Brandice. It was very Jewish. We had some Guatemalan food for dinner and went back to crash at his pad. Julia, Michelle and I were in a room together and had an incredibly girly slumber party consisting of hair braiding, eyebrow plucking, and expounding of intimate details of things of an intimate nature. I repeatedly buried my face in my pillow and squealed "THIS IS SO GIRLY!!!!"

The following morning, we rushed over to the Art Institute of Boston, where we took a tour with a lovely photography student. For being a tiny school (500-ish students), their facilities were very impressive and it seemed like a really nice community. AIB bumped Pratt from its position at number two.

We followed with a series of tours, both official and impromptu. First, we sent Julia on a tour at Emerson, during which the remaining three of us wandered around Boston, looked at patterns in a fabric store, and stopped by the Emerson Barnes and Noble. I bought 5 People Who Died During Sex: and 100 Other Terribly Tasteless Lists. It's hilarious. According to the list "History's Ten Least Romantic Honeymoons," John Harvey Kellogg spent his wedding night writing Plain Facts for Old and Young, a 644-page treatise on the evils of sexual intercourse. It's like a historical gossip mag. It seems that all of those potentially pedophilic authors of childrens books died virgins.

ANYWAY, after our adventures at Emerson, we headed over to the Boston University campus and found Jessie. While we tagged along with a tour, sans prior organization, we caught up and got some advice from her. She's a graduate student there right now. We had coffee and hot cider at an incredibly crowded cafe and then departed.

By the late afternoon, we had arrived at Amherst College, where we wandered around aimlessly, entered buildings uninvited, and asked random students what they thought of the school. We then proceeded north and west to a hotel near Saratoga Springs. In the morning, we went to the Skidmore campus, attended an information session, and went on a tour. I met one of the admissions office employees who had read my application and he gave us meal tickets and opportunities for questions. Despite the dreary weather, the campus was really pleasant, the tour guide was fairly well informed, and the school's appeal did not sway. When the tour was complete, we went to the new dining hall and had an incredible meal. (I had emailed Courtenay, who is an alum of Skidmore, earlier on in the year. Her only complaint about Skidmore was the food and she mentioned that there was a new dining hall. Her only complaint has apparently been eliminated.) Everything seemed too good to be true and I got thuper exthited. The interdisciplinary curriculum and the level of all the programs, along side the study abroad opportunities, housing, and food, seemed too good to be true. Maybe they are, but I have a feeling that my next four years will be spent as an undergraduate student at Skidmore.

And so, I left the campus with a new-found confidence and excitement about the future. We took a brief stop at the Bard campus, only to realize the weather was still shitty and the college was really not appealing to any of us. We grabbed our stash of food out of the trunk and headed home.

I have one more full day and am trying to plan it. FUN.