Congratulations...
It's official. I got my letter of acceptance yesterday, and I tried really hard not to cry. Six weeks at Miami University this summer. My parents are really proud of me and excited. Somehow I can't bring myself to share their joy. I leave June 26th and I don't get to come home for another two weeks after the program ends due to family vacation and IC. Sigh.
I'm trying to get into it. I've chosen my course schedule, I'm taking a philosphy class and maybe a history or Psych class, which could be really cool. I get a roomate and I get to live in a dorm. My dad's getting his old laptop fixed for me to bring. Maybe this will be awesome and I'm just not seeing the bright side yet. I hope I'm wrong and that all of this will be life changing and amazing in a good way. But right now I can't see past the fact that my parents know I vehemently did not want to even apply for this program and that I was looking forward to Israel this summer more than I've ever looked forward to anything before, or that they still have hopes of my attending Miami University and are making me do yet another college visit there.
But I'm going to make the best out of this situation, damnit. I'm going to enjoy my classes and avoid snobby J Crew kids and appreciate the beatiful campus. Maybe I'll even make a few friends. Sigh. We'll see. For now I'm continuing the nose piercing battle.
I'm trying to get into it. I've chosen my course schedule, I'm taking a philosphy class and maybe a history or Psych class, which could be really cool. I get a roomate and I get to live in a dorm. My dad's getting his old laptop fixed for me to bring. Maybe this will be awesome and I'm just not seeing the bright side yet. I hope I'm wrong and that all of this will be life changing and amazing in a good way. But right now I can't see past the fact that my parents know I vehemently did not want to even apply for this program and that I was looking forward to Israel this summer more than I've ever looked forward to anything before, or that they still have hopes of my attending Miami University and are making me do yet another college visit there.
But I'm going to make the best out of this situation, damnit. I'm going to enjoy my classes and avoid snobby J Crew kids and appreciate the beatiful campus. Maybe I'll even make a few friends. Sigh. We'll see. For now I'm continuing the nose piercing battle.