The month of March, while exciting for most high schoolers--getting ready for spring break, enjoying all the tests and projects our teachers decided to cram into week before--for seniors can be described, without hyperbole, as hell-on-earth.
For those lucky enough to not know, in March, most college decisions are released after months of torturous waiting, begging the question: why are they taking so long and what could possibly be more important than me and my future? Their families and livelihoods?
Theory 1 is extreme paper folding.
Theory 2 is irish dancing.
Theory 3 is Tiktok makeup routines.
Theory 4 is a skydiving instructor.
Theory 5 is corporate lawyer.
For those lucky enough to not know, in March, most college decisions are released after months of torturous waiting, begging the question: why are they taking so long and what could possibly be more important than me and my future? Their families and livelihoods?
Theory 1 is extreme paper folding.
- I genuinely believe my resume is currently folded into an elaborate paper airplane and sitting at the bottom of a dumpster at this moment. Plus, all admissions counselors give me “I relax by folding paper” vibes.
Theory 2 is irish dancing.
- Maybe it’s just on my mind because yesterday was St. Patrick’s day but maybe after seeing one more personal essay about how irish dancing changed someone’s life it might convince them to take it up themselves.
Theory 3 is Tiktok makeup routines.
- No explanation.
Theory 4 is a skydiving instructor.
- I completely understand someone taking one look at my personal essay and immediately feeling the need to jump out of a plane.
Theory 5 is corporate lawyer.
- Of all the hobbies suggested here, I believe this is the least intense--probably appeals to counselors who are overwhelmed by the stress of making decisions and need something morally reprehensible to do instead.