I'm going to go to UC Santa Cruz. I got accepted, it looks beautiful, it's an hour and a half away from my sister, and for a million reasons more convenient than Scotland (including $8000 cheaper). Yesterday I felt crazy. I knew UCSC was a more reasonable decision, but I've known that I would go to Scotland for over a year, and changing that idea in your mind is incredibly difficult. So I went to bed, slept terribly, and woke up the next morning knowing what I was going to do. I'll go to Santa Cruz and do a year abroad once I'm older, matured, and adjusted. Today my eye only twitched once today, whereas yesterday and the days before it must have done it a hundred times a day. It's an obvious sign that I've made the right decision and I've finally calmed down. Except I still really want to go to France. I'm trying to convince my parents to help me pay for a trip over there this summer since I'm going to save them so much money by not going to Scotland. We'll see. My savings account is puny but at least I'm doing it.