I, along with almost every junior I know, spent spring break looking at colleges. It was fun, for the most part. I somehow managed to eat nothing but pasta for dinner for an entire week. Every time we went to someone's house for dinner, they served pasta. And the rest of the time, I ordered pasta. I didn't even realize it until afterwards. Not that that's bad - I'm convinced my ideal existance would be making pasta, reading, and fooling around on the computer all day. It's how I usually spend my summers.

I've decided that the answer to all our problems would be a Sorting Hat like they have in Harry Potter. All the juniors in the world would put it on their heads, and the had would say, "You should apply to Smith, William and Mary, Hampshire, and Mary Washington!" And that would be that.

I loved Bryn Mawr. I will be very happy if I can go there. Smith was cool, too. They were my favorites. They're also both women's colleges, which is worrying my sister. "If you go to a girl's school," she prophecied solemnly, "you won't get a date until you're thirty." I found this very amusing.

Actually, that doesn't seem to be the case. Last weekend was the Easter ale, to which the Shepherdstown morris team came. This was very nice, since I was very much looking forward to seeing someone on the Shepherdstown team. And he was great fun, and poor Christine is going to get a twelve page note I wrote in the car afterwards. Because it's a long drive to Massachusetts, and I was very happy at the time.

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