Restlessness is a four letter word.

It’s cruel and unusual.

A month or so ago, I got a letter from MIT Admissions. Ever since taking the PSAT (which I actually got a lower score than on my SAT, go figure), which was a while ago, I have been getting enough college interest letters to wallpaper my room. But getting a letter from MIT, which according to Princeton Review, is the third hardest campus to be accepted to, was still very shocking. The question is, do they really have to advertise how awesome they are? Of course not. So why did they send me that letter? Well, after reading it (it was quite witty, actually) I noticed that it was written by the Director of Minorities Admissions. Ok, that makes me sense then. I’m a smart Mexican female. They like me already. I guess.

It was an interesting experience, but not one that I considered seriously. Even though Science has definitely been more interesting as of late than say, in middle school, it is still not one of my passions. So why in the world would I go to a school devoted to it? Why would I even assume that I could get in?

So, I haven’t exactly thought about it. And then today, a bulky envelope comes in from…you guessed it, MIT. Why me? I mean, god. Reading about how diverse the campus is, how intensely masochistic you have to be to endure the challenging freshman year (in which you take physics, calculus, biology and chemistry), and yet how cool the atmosphere is…is really unfair. Freakin’ A, MIT. I can’t get into your school. It’s pretty much impossible, and I’m not even a math/science person. Why are you making yourself so enticing? You’re like a pretty, vicious teenage tease who wears her skirt a teensy too high and her blouse a teensy too low, who is obviously not actually going to give the goods, but is such a flirt that every hormone-driven guy thinks that maybe, just maybe, they might have a chance to score. But obviously, you just like to play with their emotions. It gives you a power trip, a cruel sadistic sense of pleasure.

Stop being such a skank, MIT. You’re breaking my intellectual heart.