I'm black.
I was being coy.
But hey, whatever helps, I'm know my application was aided by the fact that I'm a rural Vermont country boy and not annother applicant from LA. You do whatever you can to get in, even if it means checking off a box on something you have no control over.
I applied to eighteen. Eight-fucking-teen. That's one Christmas break I'll never get back. I was worth it in the end though (way worth it )
Don't worry about the senioritis though. Just a few more agonizing, slow, painful months and it'll all be over. :3