the goldfish are panicking
I just got accepted to college.
I'm going to college.
I, Glenna Morgan Grant, am going to college.
.....Fuck.....
Thing is, I had just adjusted to the alternative to getting in, since I wasn't really expecting to get off any waitlists. So, less than an hour ago, Bob tells me I need to check my messages more, because SUNY Purchase wants me. I imagine my reaction was somewhat more subdued than expected. I don't get excited about important things. Part of why I do so well under extreme pressure. That and the fact that my voice is fading and needs to be saved for my performance tonight kept me from having an eardrum splitting reaction.
You see, I'm not quite sure yet whether said shriek would be from joy, or...panic. More likely the latter. Allow me to explain...I've had this little analogy for my time at NCSA, taken from a letter my drama teacher wrote me at the start of the year. I am a little goldfish, and I was the star of my old fishpond. Then I got dumped into this big flashy new fishpond where all the fish were glittery and splendid, and I was a very sad and scared little goldfish. But I got used to it, and finally was able to grow and be confident and cheery again. Now, this little goldfish is once more swimming to a new pond, and the fins are a little on the trembly side, because this pond...this pond is more like a gulf. So, since I heard the grand news, one thought, and one thought alone is running through my head.
Swim for your life, little goldfish. Swim for your god damn life.
-Glenna
I'm going to college.
I, Glenna Morgan Grant, am going to college.
.....Fuck.....
Thing is, I had just adjusted to the alternative to getting in, since I wasn't really expecting to get off any waitlists. So, less than an hour ago, Bob tells me I need to check my messages more, because SUNY Purchase wants me. I imagine my reaction was somewhat more subdued than expected. I don't get excited about important things. Part of why I do so well under extreme pressure. That and the fact that my voice is fading and needs to be saved for my performance tonight kept me from having an eardrum splitting reaction.
You see, I'm not quite sure yet whether said shriek would be from joy, or...panic. More likely the latter. Allow me to explain...I've had this little analogy for my time at NCSA, taken from a letter my drama teacher wrote me at the start of the year. I am a little goldfish, and I was the star of my old fishpond. Then I got dumped into this big flashy new fishpond where all the fish were glittery and splendid, and I was a very sad and scared little goldfish. But I got used to it, and finally was able to grow and be confident and cheery again. Now, this little goldfish is once more swimming to a new pond, and the fins are a little on the trembly side, because this pond...this pond is more like a gulf. So, since I heard the grand news, one thought, and one thought alone is running through my head.
Swim for your life, little goldfish. Swim for your god damn life.
-Glenna