wait, it's due when?

My head is filled to the brim with current and future class schedules, what needs to be taken when to fufill a first year general ed requirement before graduation, and units, oh boy units. No time for senioritis, which isn't for another year. But every year thousands start their college search and preparation. Oh, I sounded like the back flap of a pamplet in a counselor's office. But anyways, it's my turn. Yay. That wasn't sarcasm. Trying to find at least one other school that I find the least bit appealing is somewhat, I'm not sure of the word, but six months later into the search I have not yet found one, and it is not yet tiresome. Will I find one? I'm sure, and if I don't, maybe it is God saying that Biola is where I am supposed to go, which I think it may very well be. Fifty colleges later still not one I even feel the least bit led to consider, and I've considered those fifty, some more than others, but at the very least past the home page. Feelings lie though, I'll just have to wait and see if it is definitely where God wants me to go. One good out of many I'm sure will come out of this: I'll try to learn how to not let my wills and desires for the future disable me to listen for what God's are.

And it is break, which means I have plenty of time to read Orwell's 1984. First opened the book in March and it should be finished by next week's end.