Bonjour, mes amis

Hello. I'm Sarah and I turned seventeen a couple of months ago.  So that means I'm a senior in high school. I go to a relatively small catholic high school in the city that's so full of itself it insists on being referred to as "college prep" instead of "high school." You could sum this institution up in one word: competition. 900 kids applied for 328 spots. To get in you either have to be smart, well connected, or fucking loaded. So that has plagued my life for the last 3 years.  Smart high achievers, social climbers, and over-privileged rich kids.  Now, okay, I'm sorry. I'm being harsh. I have met plenty of well rounded individuals who have had nothing but positive effects on my life, and I have been given opportunities to die for. I feel like high school came and went in the blink of an eye, just as everyone told me it would.

I play the violin and have since I was three. I've picked up some piano and guitar like every typical wanna be musician, but honestly music is the focus of my life.  When the aunts, uncles, and grandparents ask what I'm thinking about for college, the answer "Music Business" sparks an array of reactions.  No one takes me seriously. If I'm talking to a particularly astute acquaintance I'll throw in the idea of law school after undergrad to prevent spontaneous combustion and to ease the look of disapproval on their faces. 

I lax. nuff said. 

My family is absolutely perfect.  Well, okay, nothings perfect. But I'm so unbelievably lucky. All things considered, like the occasional scuffle with mother about curfew or the constant pull for freedom from dad's old fashioned restrictions, I wouldn't trade them for the world.  Now, my lack of a broken home doesn't exactly write a good college essay, but I'm not complaining.  I have a brother too. He's in college studying journalism and being a boss. I think I get a lot of my courage from him. And wit too, although he would beg to differ. 

My friends are inspirational.  This summer was the happiest time in my life and I owe it all to them. To quote one friend in particular, there are some people in your life who you would do anything for to repay them for just being there. Like that somehow just saying thank you isn't enough.  New friends and old friends alike, i love you.

Sunday afternoon, let the homework marathon begin.