status.

Because it’s what everyone seems to be talking about in Three Village, I got my AP scores back.  And I was shocked.

Not really.  No breakdowns or celebratory ice cream, just me staring at the slip of paper, confused.

I left all of my tests thinking “solid 4”s.  And I was perfectly content with that.  I’m not a studier or test stresser, and I’m proud that I finished school this year when I could have let mono be an excuse to spend most of my time sleeping and not doing work.  [Actually, I think I did that anyway?]  It’s not even like I was taking three tests -for one, I just had to put stickers on the back of some paper and tissue flap some work.  No big deal.  And somehow, that exam, art, was what I was the most comfortable with.  Over the year, I accepted the criticism I could get.  Art was all I could talk about, all I could think about, when running wasn’t an option; I devoted more time and effort into pulling that portfolio together than I did for studying for the remainder of my classes.  I wouldn’t say that I was confident leaving the room after submitting my work, but I thought I exceeded my own expectations, etc. etc.

I got a three, anyway.

And I’m not even that upset.

I’m glad that I had the chance to make art this year.  Because if I never explored it to this extent, there would always be this bug in the back of my mind; a “What if you went to school for studio?  You could have been so happy.”  I can put that to rest.  Drawing and painting and making is something I love to do, but I don’t want to settle with it.

Plus, artists don’t appreciate runners.

And I got a four on history, which I’m fine with.

And somehow I got a five on English.  At least someone likes my writing.

NoT gO1nG t0 cOlL3gE.  WuT iS g0iNg 0nN??/??