Everything in my life continues to hang on a balance, as far as plans for my future.
Today is December 9, 2007. A month from today, I'm sure I'll be handling loan and financial aid decisions for some school.
I'm not doing so hot in that math class, I don't think I really got the opportunity to let myself shine with the course, but I got a couple of chances to fix it. I hope I find the strengh to focus and stay in so i get that C+.
I wish I could have gotten all my results in sooner. It's insane how everything is meant to unravel all at once. I hope I don't get a tiny envelope from NYU on my birthday saying that I'm rejected or worse-- waitlisted. And I will explain: a waitlist is when I have to continue to keep everything on hold so I can begin the program, and can potentially screw up with my real plans with CNR and play tricks with my mind. I'm more afraid of that than a rejection note.
I don't want to be rejected or waitlisted. I just wanna get accepted, a giant envelope with a welcome note inside. I've wretched my guts out over it the past two years to hear a glimmer of good news. I hope it comes in that package. I keep praying that it will happen. The prayers slightly diffuse the weight I feel on my chest.
And if I get rejected? Well, the focus will fall onto CNR.. I am scared.
Today is December 9, 2007. A month from today, I'm sure I'll be handling loan and financial aid decisions for some school.
I'm not doing so hot in that math class, I don't think I really got the opportunity to let myself shine with the course, but I got a couple of chances to fix it. I hope I find the strengh to focus and stay in so i get that C+.
I wish I could have gotten all my results in sooner. It's insane how everything is meant to unravel all at once. I hope I don't get a tiny envelope from NYU on my birthday saying that I'm rejected or worse-- waitlisted. And I will explain: a waitlist is when I have to continue to keep everything on hold so I can begin the program, and can potentially screw up with my real plans with CNR and play tricks with my mind. I'm more afraid of that than a rejection note.
I don't want to be rejected or waitlisted. I just wanna get accepted, a giant envelope with a welcome note inside. I've wretched my guts out over it the past two years to hear a glimmer of good news. I hope it comes in that package. I keep praying that it will happen. The prayers slightly diffuse the weight I feel on my chest.
And if I get rejected? Well, the focus will fall onto CNR.. I am scared.
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