Timeline: Eleven & Twelve

Eleven: I get glasses and braces in one school year. The glasses I am thrilled about. They are black frames with green splatter-paint. It was, after all, the mid-90s. The braces I hate. They hurt like hell and look terrible. The other kids make fun of me. See also: permanent spot on the unpopular kids bus.

Twelve: My mother is awarded a visiting professorship at a university that is multiple states away from Texas. I am crushed when she takes it. She is gone the spring semester of my 7th grade year. Her best friend takes me shopping for a dress to wear to the Valentine's Day Dance, my first school dance. The dress is terrible but I am too scared to tell her that I don't like it. I look and feel awful in it. I've never been a fan of Valentine's Day.

Update

Chapel Hill updated SOMETHING on my application yesterday at 1:44pm but I can't see what. The suspense is killing me.

From my Indiana application's homepage:
Congratulations, Marisa ! Your application has been successfully submitted.

JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH PEOPLE do NOT put "congratulations" at the top of the page if it just means the freaking application has been completed ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE EVERYONE HEART ATTACKS?!?!??!?!?!?!?!