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So, Monica got her acceptance letter. I should be happy, I shouldn't be petty, but I don't think I got in and it hurts me so much that she did. She decided in the span of a week that she wanted to go into it. It took me two years to realize I was good enough to at least have a shot at it. She bitched and whined about how she'd never get in, now that she has she's acting like a bitch.
I'm trying to get a hold of the college to see if I was accepted and it's just the mail being stupid, or they forgot to mail it, or what.
I'm scared out of my mind. I have a backup plan, but I just don't want to do it. I realized I'd never be happy as a teacher a long time ago and though my mother is pushing for it, I don't want to go. If I don't get into this course, I'll be out of school for a year. And... knowing me, that year will kill any drive I have to go back and make something of myself.
If I get accepted, I'll lookat this and laugh. If not, well, hello McDonalds.
I'm trying to get a hold of the college to see if I was accepted and it's just the mail being stupid, or they forgot to mail it, or what.
I'm scared out of my mind. I have a backup plan, but I just don't want to do it. I realized I'd never be happy as a teacher a long time ago and though my mother is pushing for it, I don't want to go. If I don't get into this course, I'll be out of school for a year. And... knowing me, that year will kill any drive I have to go back and make something of myself.
If I get accepted, I'll lookat this and laugh. If not, well, hello McDonalds.