How to handle pressure..?

  Being in my last year of high school (since I'm in Brazil, my third year), I have to decide what it is exactly that want to major in, where I would like to apply to, and ultimately, what kind of life I would like to lead into from this point forward. All very important decisions to be made, all very possibly will define the course my life will take. Might it be too much to ask for a little less pressure on my shoulders?
  Luckily for me, I have already decided a long while back what it was that I liked and disliked. I am going to major in either International Relations, or Economical Sciences. The real problem is where should I apply, and where will I be accepted into? That is something I believe only time and hard work will tell.
  All of which are dilemas that all of my friends, and anyone in their last year of high school for that matter, are facing. So what is the answer? The answer is there is no rush to deciding what it is one wants to do or how one wants to life the rest of their lives. So I believe, in my oh so short 17 years of experience, that it is necessary to be organized! Organize one's time, prioritize one's responsibilities, and always make sure to have fun while it's all happening. Since I'm feeling happy, I'll just throw in and cliche it all up by saying "Live life one moment at a time." Because really, it's the best way to de-stress a potencially very stressful situation. Especially when so many demands come your way.
  Good night and T.G.tomorow I. F.!!! haha  

Perhaps a new perspective?

  Four months after coming home, I realized how much I really need to post something here. Not quite sure where to begin. So much has happened since my last entry, that it's best I give a short summary of everything from where I left off.

  My flight to Geneve, Switzerland was a long one. Filled with long meditations, held back tears finally running, and thoughts of possible regret. The first few days were very comforting. The week after I actually went to France and met my Aunt and Uncle, I visited my new school which would be where I would be going for the next few months. On the first day I already made many new curious friends. All extremely patient. All very kind. All of whom showed me a different way to view that of which I had never given much thought to.

 Other than learning French, I also learned Spanish, took a drama class, learned how to stay on a pre-established 5 month budget, smoked, drank, and learned how to control my emotions to a point where no one could know anything about me unless I wanted them to. My Aunt and Uncle included. All in all, an experience that changed me due to the exposure to a whole new way of life.

  I can't say I was sad to be leaving, but I can't say I was happy either. It was something of mixed feelings. Something that made me grow in ways I never imagined could change me. 

  Going back to school, seeing all my old classmates, was the real blow. Seeing how they were all the same, how I was the only one truly different and how I had no interest in anything they did, made me extremely distasteful for them. Them, and anything regarding the whole system for that matter. Luckily I met a girl who had, six months earlier, come back from an exchange program very similar to mine who explained to me how very normal my feelings were. Post-exchange depression, she called it. A name all in it's own. Something that comforted me very much so, and was what helped me get to where I am today.

  So that's pretty much it. My life all summed up in a few simple paragraphs. Something I felt was owed to this space. Now the question I pose to anyone reading this; What would you have done, or how would you have felt in my situation?