We Gotta Get Out of This Place - 
by J-Unit
Seeing the kids on this show go through the college application process was very interesting to say the least. It brought back a lot of memories of college visits with the parents, prospective weekends, essays, recommendations, and that nervous time waiting for acceptances or rejections. Seth, Summer, Ryan, and Marissa have all of that to worry about, plus they have the added stress of HTH problems to deal with.
Summer and Seth have their problems pretty much licked. Summer was a closet genius, although not a genius in the closet, if you are looking at her clothes, so she was able to mesh her dreams of staying with Seth forever with his dreams of leaving Newport forever. All that is left is for Summer to finish packing for the winter months, although she is getting a little carried away. Winter in New England can really suck the first time, but she is preparing like she will be living in an igloo for about, I don't know, 18 months out of the year. Seth, while dying to get into Brown still wonders what might happen if one of them doesn't go in.
Ryan is in an even more precarious position. While Summer was fitting Seth with long underwear, Ryan was busy making Sadie some dinner. Well, actually, Ryan finished making Sadie some dinner, but was hoping that Sadie was interested on snacking in the bedroom, so to speak. Ryan is avoiding too much college talk, instead using that bulging brainpower of his to figure out how many times he can have sex with Sadie before her escrow closes. As always, Sadie is mature about it and tells Ryan that ignoring the future never makes it go away. Very good words of advice, and I have my own words of advice along those lines, but for the writers. Just because you ignore the past doesn't mean the readers will and forget bugging you about it. Theresa's baby anyone?
Perhaps the most laughable idea of this whole college application process is that Marissa has a chance to get into Berkeley. At one point, when Marissa's step-dad could have dropped millions into a new building or something, she had a chance to get in. Ryan has a chance with his sort-of legacy status, but Marissa has no chance. Luckily, Marissa has about as much interest in going to college as I have watching her pretend to be interested in being in college. She's on the party train with Volchok and it doesn't seem to be slowing down at all.
Volchok shows Marissa his "no look" pass
Speaking of Volchok, we finally got a look into his apartment. I haven't seen the musical Rent (I didn't even see the movie despite the presence of Rosario Dawson, which is usually enough to get me to plunk down the $14 for a movie ticket) and know very little about it, but if Rent took place in California instead of New York and was following the lives of struggling surf punks and not struggling artists, the set would be Volchok's apartment. Looking at Volchok's loft, I was kind of wondering exactly where that building would be located in Newport Beach. I mean, you can see what would be Marissa's trailer park from the PCH, but this empty warehouse loft? I don't know where it would be. Also, did Volchok quit his job without telling anybody, or was he just working at that old house as part of a large plan to stalk Marissa?
Volchok picks up Marissa at the Roberts house, but says he needs some beer money. I guess that means he lost his job. Marissa runs back inside to steal some money from her mom's purse and notices that there is a packet from Berkeley. When she opens it and looks inside, she discovers that she was indeed accepted. For a moment, I thought I saw a look on her face that said she contemplating the choices she had made in life and now had a chance at a fresh start, but it was probably just gas. She throws the letter in the trash and then speeds off with Volchok for, you guessed it!, a party on the beach.
Since this is the OC, we have to pretend that all colleges across the country coordinate the times that they send acceptance letters, so that everybody in the same school gets theirs at about the same time. Actually, I am surprised you don't just get an e-mail with link to a letter these days. Anyway, everybody was getting their acceptances on the same day, and not just the kids we know and love, but the whole school. That would make it easier to throw a college sweater party. Everybody wears a sweater from the college they were accepted and people would gather an laugh and pretend that they are actually interested in the great Russian language program at their school when actually their main concern is how easy it is going to be for them to get into parties.
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