When I Was 17: October

​At this moment, when I was 17, I was in the middle of applying to college. I remember getting into a huge fight with my mom about my essays; for some reason I had written a supplemental essay for a school whose deadline was in January, but I hadn’t finished my personal statement, which was due in a week. Suffice it to say, I’m a better manager of the college application process now than I was when I was 17.
 
For those of you who are well out of high school and don’t have teenagers, the date November 1st probably means nothing to you. But for anyone involved in the college admissions process, November 1st is the equivalent of the melting scream face emoji. Early action, early decision, priority deadlines, scholarship deadlines – it’s a lot to juggle. All of which is to say, this is the worst week of the year to be 17, and also the worst week of the year to write a blog about being 17. So like many high school students, I’m writing this the day before it’s due, and I’m going to ask my mom to read it to make sure I didn’t misspell the word “persistence.” Aside from that, I’ll be back next week on November 2nd, when everything will be a little bit better. 

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