So... I got a bona fide offer for my parents...
Someone actually offered to trade me their parents for my parents...
Too bad it was my little sister who was the person offering me this deal!
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I do have to say this (this is a seperate and somewhat unrelated thought): I am still amazed at how much my upbringing dictates my life. (The tie back to this thought has to do with whether or not I apply to the London Business School). Part of me thinks that London is neat. Part of me likes the rankings that people place on me (this is where upbringing comes into play - as an eight year old, my father once showed me the rankings of US colleges in US News & World Report - just to put this thought into perspective, I immediately asked whether college was after Junior High). Going back to LBS - most of me doesn't want to move. Most of me is somewhat content with Virginia (just not it's ranking). I've spent the better part of the last nine years trying to undo what my parents spent the better part of 16 years (we'll exclude the ages of 0-2 on the grounds that I don't remember anything before my third birthday) trying to get me to believe. And it's moments like these (where I'm debating whether or not I should still apply) that bug me. Ah, the joys of being a recovering Asian American (don't tell my older sister this, she'd shoot me!).
On a seperate and somewhat side note : you know that you've made it big when someone decided to make a movie about your life (nevermind the fact that they might have made it without ever knowing you to begin with).
Everynow and then, I end up hearing a song that strikes a chord within me. Sometimes (literally), it's part of the song - the arangement of notes, a particular chord, or - in the case of Third Eye Blind's "Never Let You Go" - a musical bridge between two verses. Most of the time, it's the actual verses of the song. I was listening to the radio the other day, and I heard James Blunt's "You're Beautiful", and both the music and lyrics embody what I'm feeling right now.
"You're Beautiful"
By James Blunt
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful
You're beautiful
You're beautiful, it's true,
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As I walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
flying high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You're beautiful
You're beautiful
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you
la la la la, la la la la, la la la la laaaaaa
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
I visited Darden this weekend, and had a great time!
In their school newspaper, they publish the most memorable quotes of the last two weeks... Here's a snippet of the quotes that were published...
Professor Davidson: What is Leadership?
Student: A noun.
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Professor Davidson: I'm curious. What's the riskiest thing you've ever done?
Student1: Bull fighting
Student2: Sky-Diving and Bungee Jumping
Student3: Get married.
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Student: It was in the 1970's when Disney moved from the children's entertainment industry to the adult entertainment industry
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Professor Clawson: Why not just ask, point blank, "How do you allocate funds for projects period".
Student: Don't you mean question mark?
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Professor Carraway: What I've said hasn't made sense, has it?
Student: You're the teacher. I assume what you say is right
There's a line in Notting Hill - When Julia Roberts first meets Hugh Grant, and after that first kiss, she asks "So what now?". Not that I care much for hugh grant, but every now and again, especially on rainy Sunday afternoons I watch Notting Hill, and today, the line seems fitting for the title of this post.
So what now? It's really the same question that I asked in my previous post. Dartmouth has pretty much indicated that I have a very good chance of getting in next year - if I can hold out for that long. Virginia is out there waiting for me - if I could only find a way to convince myself to go there. And then there's Cornell. They sent me an e-mail with a link to a live WebCam : and I could only think about spending some time on the that good ol hill again.
Ironically (but not altogether surprising to me) I already know that I cannot win in my decision tree. Wait for Tuck (Dartmouth), and I will wonder if I have the courage to make tough decisions. Go to Virginia, and I will wonder if I have the patience to execute a long term strategy.
I think that it's only fitting that I'm writing about my life decision while simultaneously watching Notting Hill.