perfecta paene sunt.

So I spent my Latin lesson with Magistra reading "The Night Before Christmas" in Latin. Easily made my day.
And (points to title) my applications are almost done. "Almost" as in I have one brainless supplement essay to do that should take me roughly fifteen minutes due to my refined bullshitting skills. Thank you, Catholic school, for eight wonderful years.
I'm pretty happy about this. Duh.
Also, I heard from all my early action schools, including the BC thing. That earned a double take, especially the honors program bit.
They only accept the top 5% of candidates for it.
Yeah. I know. I don't know what to think about it yet, but I'm avoiding too much thinking at this point. My general lack-of-thought process: I'm in BC. I like BC. This is good. Christmas is almost here. More importantly (sorry, Jesus) vacation is a day away and I have a paper due tomorrow but after that I get to spend a day at school eating cookies and watching movies and folding paper stars and sitting on the gym floor with the rest of the seniors while Brady has an extended story time and doing absolutely BLISSFUL NOTHING.
Why am I this excited? I don't know. There's just something about doing nothing at school that's way more rewarding than doing nothing every other day of the year, and I feel like a five-year old waiting for snack time.

This, my friends, is what the Christmas spirit is all about.
L