The threaded day; first of July. I waited and waited but no envelope. It was like a punch to the stomach. Next few hours I was a emotional wreck. I was sad, disappointed and angry but at the same time I was happy for my friends who had gotten in to their dream schools. I had prepared myself, there’s a chance that I wouldn’t get in. Not many people do. But still it felt like I was loser.
Luckily I own the most wonderful parents anyone could ask for and when I told told them they said that it’s fine and probably for the best. “You have a plan so don’t worry”, my mum said.
My plan, I had thought what I would do if I didn’t get the acceptance letter. So not for the first time, but with more though in it, I sat down and stared to write down everything I wanted to do and accomplish during my year off. I know I probably won’t be able to do all these things, but it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try. Because when it comes to life, it’s better take the risk than sit down and wait for something to happen.
Am I scared? Yes. I have no idea what this year will hold. Am I excited? Yes. I have nothing tying me in one place. The thought is scary and exciting at the same time, but this could turn out to be the best the year of my life.