At the behest of my step-father (whose opinion I hold higher than he may know) I am updating my blog after a 6 month hiatus. Having just re-read my last post, the timing is appropriate. Despite my own earlier-expressed skepticism, I did in fact get my act together and apply to grad schools for speech language pathology.
Today I was rewarded for my hard work. I received a normal-sized business envelope from Emerson University. To prevent immediate heartbreak on the outward appearance of the "small" envelope, admissions had the courtesy to print "Congratulations" on the bottom left. I tore into it as I walked distractedly up the driveway. My mother, waiting for me at the front door, asked desperately what was wrong - I was crying and speechless by the time I reached the house. The only explanation I could give was to hand her the acceptance letter as I pulled myself together.
Typically I don't put too much stock in astrology. My early July birthday makes me a Cancer, which I've always thought was a horrible name for a sign. Pointing out that the Cancerian symbol is a crab doesn't do much to improve things. But one typical characteristic of this star sign is a heightened sense of intuition. Along those lines, my mother will tell you some freaky stories about my childhood psychic abilities. Today I woke up with a dream still resonating in my foggy brain. I dreamt I had gone to the mailbox to find it stuffed with 4 large acceptance envelopes from schools I'd applied too. Initially I thought that was mighty presumptuous of my sub-conscious. But whether I get in to three more schools or not, I did get into my first choice, Emerson College in the heart of Boston.
"The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.”
~Marcel Pagnol
