Having an older sister is like having a closet full of Dolce & Gabbana -- super fab. If you pay attention, you can learn a lot from them. And this week I learned that college is a lot less sexy when it’s commuting distance from your parents’ house.
Jeez. It was sad in there, and not just because Kristin was all mopey from what she considers a low test score. The classrooms weren’t all huge and awesome, with like a stage at the bottom, or filled with roses and helicopter parties and chocolate fountains. (It’s possible I’m confusing college with The Bachelor here.) And I really got the sense that sometimes college isn’t all fun and games and partying. Sometimes it’s class and tests and studying. And so now I’m wondering, is that really for me?
Because here’s the thing…I’m not the best student in the world. No, it’s true, really. And growing up, Kristin was always the smart one. Now college is making her look like Eve, her face always buried in a book. How are boys going to see my face if it’s always buried in a book? I don’t do all these peels and scrubs and herbal masks for Introduction to Organic Chemistry. So the more I learn about college -- wait, if I’m learning already, what’s college for? I’m still thinking that my plan to become a famous fashion designer is going to teach me a lot of stuff, like where to buy Us Weekly in London, or which Paris café has the best afternoon light for my skin tone.
I do think it’s pretty cool that Kristin is learning how to make organic stuff though…although I thought the whole point of organic was that it didn’t have any chemicals. Maybe THAT’s what makes it so expensive?