Farewell Two and a Half Trees

I feel guilty, because I'm positive at least two and a half trees are dead and it's indirectly my fault--my fault for checking "Yes, feel free to contact me" on the PSAT all those months ago. Because of that mistake, I've received piles of college brochures and letters every day for about two weeks now. All I can say is, thank goodness I checked "creative writing" as my major interest, and not something broader, like English, or Psych (which according to my grandma every school has).

But still, these brochures/letters, not to mention the emails that started a month and a half ago, present a problem: what do I do with them?

No, really. What do I do?

It's the first year I've taken the PSAT. (And now I'm almost hesitant for the SAT.) Before now I haven't really thought about where I want to go to college. I considered forensics at PSU in ninth grade, but once I started honors English this year I realized English is what I want to study. For ever and ever and ever. So now I'm stumped, and tons of college brochures saying OMG COME HERE WE'RE THE COOLEST THING SINCE NUTELLA doesn't help with the confusion.

My mom's excited about the college search, scheduling tours over spring break (though, it's more like spring weekend at my school, only two days off) and browsing websites. I suppose I find it exciting as well--but also incredibly intimidating. I don't know how far away I want to go, what kind of English program I'm looking for, if I want a small campus or a large one, et cetera et cetera et cetera.

So, if college brochures and emails could find a way to tell me that in between bright pictures of laughing students holding test tubes and notebooks, that'd be great.