Eras: The College Tour
November 5, 2023The applicant’s version
Nice to meet you, where you been? You can show me incredible things. Coffee bars, sushi, quad, and I thought oh my God look at that dorm, you may be my next forlorn, admission’s a gamble, wanna play?
New buildings, business school, I can read you like a magazine. So hey, let’s be friends, I am dying to see how this one ends, here’s my app and my scores, you can make me want go here with a tour on a weekend.
So it’s gonna be forever, or it’s gonna go down in flames. I will know when accepted or rejected if it was worth the pain of another college essay exclaiming how great you are, how much I want to go there, and more examples of me a star.
And I wonder, am I out of the woods yet, am I out of the woods yet, am I out of the woods yet, am I out of the woods? Am I in the clear yet, am I in the clear yet, am I in the clear yet, in the clear yet good.
Remember SATs and super scores, 20 essays, and clubs galore, I started crying baby please no more when I looked up, there were more. There were more.
Remember when applications were a breeze, and college admissions was made to please, didn’t need to build a rocket and go to the moon, have a tech start-up at 10 to make them swoon. But the monsters turned out to be the cost, 80k and dining plans, room and board, I am so lost.
So I need to calm down, stop looking around. And know it works out, stop the self-doubt.
I’m in my room it’s a typical Tuesday night, going through essays that I don’t like, trying to make them more concrete, provide examples so they are complete. If you can see the one I’m the one who you should accept, been here all along so why can’t you see, please accept me, please accept me.
It’s me, hi, I’m the problem it’s me. At application time, everybody agrees. I stare directly at the football teams but never at retention. It is exhausting trying to plot your life at 18 and heed convention.
But I keep cruising, can’t stop, won’t stop moving, it’s like I got this voice in my mind saying it’s gonna be alright. Cause the students gonna apply apply apply. And the colleges gonna deny deny deny.
Baby I just gonna know, know, know, the right one will work out. Yes it will work out. And I will have accepts, accepts, accepts. And will choose, choose, choose, no regrets. And will love what loves me back, it will work out, yes it will work out.
Lyrics and songs by Taylor Swift
College adaption written by Swifty, Mary Kate O’Malley
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