It's really not that exciting, I just wanted a catchy title. I ate some blackberries on the way to class today and they stained my fingers before I could wash them. There, aren't you glad you started reading?
So as this week begins, I breathe a very heavy sigh of relief over the fact that the last two weeks are finally over. Tests in every classes, three essays and all around madness made school downright unbearable. Luckily, all I have to focus on this week is my UT application. Easy, right?
Oh, wait...
Hahah, no, it's really all right. I had most of the actual application finished, so all I really have to work on are the essays. It's still a lot to handle, but I'm slowly getting better at that organization and management thing (I know, took me long enough). So as I'm checking things off my list, I'm finding it easier to think about getting those things done than facing up to the difficult tasks. The thought of failure definitely slows me when I'm brainstorming ideas for my essays and planning out when I can get my transcripts. It's scary, the simple thought of next year being up in the air, but I know that no matter what happens, I'll be fine (as long as I get out of San Antonio; it's crushing my soul). I can handle whatever is thrown my way; if I couldn't, it wouldn't be mine to handle.
The one thing I've learned the hard way these past few years is most of the time, it doesn't go the way you planned. That's what makes life so interesting and livable. Of course, when you're talking about the rest of your life, it makes sense that you're going to be panicky. The thought of not getting into UT...I mean, it's on the slightly terrifying side, but I know I'll be okay. Someone has a plan for me, and I'm putting every egg I have in His basket. All I have to do is try my hardest. Easy peasy.
Alright, I know this is a short one, but my 120 lines of eighty characters (yeah, I don't know what that means either) essays call my name and I am far too freaked out to ignore them. Really, all I ask of my avid readers is a simple prayer that my path is shown to me quickly, preferably in a thick envelope covered in burnt orange and white. Thanks!
P.S. The most effortless part about all this is knowing that when it gets to be far too much, you're a phone call away.
