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So the Swarthmore experience was less than pleasant. Sure I loved the school and all, but the experience itself was something to be avoided. The night before we were going to visit the campus, we arrived at our hotel. A few minutes later, my dad informs me that.. "Oh yeah, Rachele, I scheduled a personal interview for you tomorrow." My brain processed nothing but silence for several seconds, and then I sorta halfway panicked. I was not at all in the mental state to be thrown into a random interview. First off, I wasn't even going to do interviews until I was really serious about the college, not just vaguely interested. Secondly, I had no

I've been tagged! And I'm bored! It's perfect! Supposed to post 8 random facts about yourself So I'll post stuff that relates to me lately 1. I've been sleeping on a pool float for the last three nights, and will be doing so for the last time tonight. 2. I was recently squirted with soy sauce in the middle of Grand Central Station. 3. I accidentally exposed an original wall-sized Jackson Pollack painting to camera flash (stupid camera). I probably caught an original Picasso in my flash range as well. My dad, refusing to believe my remarks about the flash not working properly, flashed original Van Gogh and Monet paintings. 4. I am curre

Right now I'm sitting in a deserted hotel room waiting for my parents to get back from the laundrymat. Seeing as all of my books are at my Aunt and Uncle's house, I am incredibly boredddd. I randomly decided to get on DA since I haven't in so long... So we left home last Friday. The Dublin Irish Festival was good as usual. The Flogging Molly performance was like being at a full out rock concert. There were around 2,500 people crammed onto a field, about 3/4 of whom were drinking beer (including some kids who I would have sworn were younger than me). For Melissa if she ever reads this: David Edgar was there, and apparently he's 5'10'' now, as