I have to be real honest, I have never been this nervous before. Well actually, I could think of a few good moments but man, waiting for results can be so nerve wracking.
Spring break is coming up and I'm going to make some surprise visits. Hopefully nobody will catch my hint, if you didn't, then glorious.
I am trying to forget about my faults and acceptance/rejection letters by acting wild, a little too wild for my tastes. Because I am still new to some people, my sarcasm and my bizarre sense of humor may freak some people out. If you are one of those, I am sorry. I am a pretty chill person who does not do drugs, I swear.
Overall this second semester has been very busy. I love all of my classes. My teachers are great. I am getting better with the bus schedule and I am accomplishing a lot. My determination and my ambitions has gotten the best of me and at least I can say that it's something that I am not ashamed of saying. Maybe I do overwork myself, but I also procrastinate to the point of no return. Okay, actually, there is a return but to resort to that is kind of arduous to come to.
My leadership positions are fine. I feel that my Impact advisor hates me. It's probably because of the one failed attempt of Casino night a couple fridays ago and the fact that I am always about ten minutes late to meetings with her. The bus schedule is haphazard. When they told you the bus comes every three minutes, it was a sheer fallacy. Prospective Students, when you come here, you will understand. When I also make suggestions, she gives this peculiar look, as if I was speaking in Gibberish or something. For the most part, she's really nice. But I feel that with my mistakes that I've made, I'm on her hate list. Or maybe it's because she's pregnant and she's just moody. Well whatever it is, it's not my fault.
I applied to a lot of things during my first year at college and I'm proud of what I have been accepted to. The most monumental, so far, was being accepted to my journalism internship in Washington DC. If you haven't already known, I've only been to DC twice in my life. On November 2009 and January 2010. From both of the times I have been there, my experience has been sublime. I am a history nerd and everywhere I walk, I am walking alongside American History. It is glorious. Oh, and the fact that the Smithsonian museums are FREE is a huuuge plus!
So, yes. I am VERY excited for the summer. 2 months in Washington DC, experiencing Georgetown University life. My mom actually thought I should of applied to Georgetown. I should have. But with my poor math grade (stupid Algebra teachers), I highly doubt my chance of being accepted was close to impossible. I am going to miss my family and friends though. I really do hope they visit. Kerri told me that she has never been to DC. I hope I could be that person to show her around. I could show her how awesome the Lincoln Memorial is, without the flocking tourists around. Oh that wonderful sight you see when you stand in front of the memorial, overlooking the Washington momument. Martin Luther King Jr. said his "I Have a Dream" speech there. So just realizing the fact that MLK was raising the voice of freedom and equality to millions of people on where I stood is just a wild thing to feel.
But anyways, I'm really nervous about Friday. That is when I find out if I got accepted as an RA or not. I mean, I am doing it because I want to be that person that everyone can go to if there is a problem, encourage someone, etc. Not to mention, free housing. If I had free housing, I'd probably have free tuition... I think. I forget how my financial aid/merit scholarships work. It's all just numbers to me. Although, it should be more of an importance. I'm really nervous because I think that would be so awesome to be an RA. I mean, I had a good interview. A good group. I had good essays and (hopefully) good reccomendations. I'm still afraid. It is very competitve. There is about 15 spots available and about 50 people applied. Great.
In addition, hopefully later this week I find out whether or not I am going to be an intern for FBLA's State Leadership Conference. Now when I think about my high school years, it was mostly bliss for me. I made the most out of my high school experience and I am thankful for what I have accomplished. However, just remembering the past and how amazing it was makes me a bit upset. These are times when I wish a time machine was invented so I can just relive those moments. They were so bittersweet and FBLA States was certainly one of them. I miss the Hershey Lodge so much. And being there again, for this year, helping out the executive board members of FBLA would just be amazing. I would be behind the scenes making it all happen for students just like me from Pennsylvania. Again, I had my cover letter and resume checked and edited various times, yet I am still not sure if I have the chance to make it.
I should not have my hopes up so high just because I had good applications, or so I was told. I should just keep my head up high and be thankful that I have another year to apply again.
But it's so hard because I want to get a grasp on these opportunities as fast as I can. Maybe I'm just too ambitious. It could be a bad thing... I think.
I cannot wait for Spring Break. Time to be with the ones I love. It already feels like Friday.
Oh my bejezzus, I just found a group on facebook called, "you know you've been to NIAHD when..." It makes me so emotional because those experiences were so amazing. Ugh. Common time machine! It's sad because it makes me want to transfer to William and Mary so bad. But I'm not so sure. I have many thoughts about it. Either William and Mary, Georgetown, or Brown. Brown is SUCH a stretch. But they have an Egyptology major...
Oh common. Ancient Egypt is fierce.
You know it.
There are so many things crawling inside my head. I just don't know how to calm everything down. Sleep sounds feasible.
