Apocalypse... Tomorrow!

That's right, everybody. March 31st. The biggest day of my life thus far; the day that will ultimately set the tone for my future - what I go on to become, how successful my career is, how well (or poorly) I will be remembered, so on and so forth blah blah blah.  March 31st, the day I've been waiting for ... well... forever. 

HA

Come on. Forever? Word? March 31st is huge, but "set the tone for my future"? My Four years in the boonies of New Hampshire at (not one of) THE best boarding school in the world will essentially culminate tomorrow, at 5:30 pm E.S.T. when I will have checked all of the emails and log in sites. I have been working, running, aspiring towards that awe-provoking "Congratulations!", and it'd be wrong for me to claim that anything but "Congratulations!" is acceptable. 

HOWEVER, my life is more than a sheet of paper inviting me to spend four years at the places I've dreamed about for, well years now. My accomplishments have been well documented and my legacy here at SPS is secure. I've had tremendous ups that far outweigh the downs, and thankfully my high school career has (thus far) enjoyed  less volatility than quite a few others (I know that sounds ridiculously unbelievable but it's true). And to sit here, overwrought with anxiety, inundated by work and rejected from Georgetown, and render my life thus far a failed venture because at this time tomorrow I may or may not have been accepted to a few of the best schools in the world is - absolutely, positively, without a doubt - ridiculous. 

They say "money ain't everything". Neither are College Decisions.

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... wait, who am I kidding...? (haha)

JbP