All seven of my devoted readers have lamented my lack of recent entries, but DON'T WORRY, FOLKS! I'm back from an absolutely fabulous, not in the least bit mediocre trip to Catalina Island, off the coast of Los Angeles, and I have many stories of Franzia fests and games of Cards Against Humanity to tell. Probably not in a blog post, but if you know me personally, just ask me. Or, if you don't know me, attempt to send me a message with your mind, and perhaps I will respond.
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| Catalina Island, baby! Photo courtesy of Emma Alterman |
Anyhoo.
I managed to make it home for approximately two and a half days, and during one of my lovely lounging hours on the couch in my parents' living room, my baby sis and I caught the end of the movie Accepted. Some of you might remember Accepted, a 2006 summer flick starring Justin Long. It's that one about a kid who gets rejected from every school he applies to, so he starts his own college. It wasn't exactly an Oscar contender, but Lewis Black was in it, and it was funny. Sort of. Almost funny.
I saw Accepted in theaters the summer it came out, which was the summer before my senior year of high school. I hadn't started applying to schools yet, but the stress was starting. The film was terrible, but it spoke to me in the way those films accidentally tend to do. Also, it pumped me up for the life of freedom that lay ahead.
This time around, though, the message of college applications "rejecting rejection" wasn't what caught my attention. It was the penultimate line, in which Lewis Black - playing the dean of the made-up college - gives an orientation speech to new students, that hit me right where it hurts.
"College is the greatest four years of your life," he said. "And after that, you're f****d."
Dear god. Someone give me a job.
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