I've been waiting about a month since the application for broadcast journalism was turned in and my interview went down. I literally never thought to be nervous about the whole thing until the second I stepped into that interview. I realized how much it meant, since although I did very well in the prerequisite classes, a lot of people probably did. I'm sure my news story was average, but the essays and interview were things that could really set me apart. I felt really good about my essays, and luckily I feel like that's a strength of mine. I tried to prepare for the interview in my head, going over answers to possible questions that might come up. I feel like it went well, and he said he liked my enthusiasm! That's good right? I didn't know.
FINALLY last night I received an email saying our letter were ready to pick up in the office of communications starting at 8 am the next morning (today). If you know me at all, you know as much as I'm dying to know, I value sleep. A lot. Since I don't normally have classes on Fridays, I woke up at 9:30 so I could get ready to go take my Principles of Journalism test before I got the letter. Note that the testing center and the communications building are literally right next to each other. I figured that I should take the test first though, so incase I didn't make it, it wouldn't affect my score. Dramatic? Maybe. But I figured I could contain myself enough to get the test out of the way first.
As I walked to the testing center and right past the Brimhall building, my heart was about to explode. Maybe it was my out of shape self combined with the million stairs I just climbed. Maybe it was the fact that all of my plans for school depended on getting in this semester! It was weird knowing the letter was in there ready to pick up, but I was going to take a test first...
Luckily it didn't take me too long, and I even got a 94%! Good enough for a compliment from the testing center screen, thank you very much. Those don't come around too often, so I have to enjoy them when I can! My day was off to a great start. I couldn't believe that in a matter of minutes, I would know where I stood with my dream major.
I finally got the letter in my hands, but I didn't want to open it. I was shaking and didn't even know what I would do if I didn't make it. Slowly, I built up enough guts to rip the top of the envelope and slowly pull the letter out. Then, I read the first word.
Congratulations!
From that moment on, I could not wipe the smile off my face. Even now it seems surreal. Word on the street is that the acceptance rate was only around 50%. I knew that beforehand actually, which is what contributed a lot to my nerves. But I knew I had done all I could do in the best way I knew how, and whatever happened was for the best. I'm so grateful this went my way!
But thank you piece of paper. I can't wait to start!
2 comments:
Way to go, kiddo! I am SOOOO happy for you! I was really stressed out, so if nothing else, at least you got in to relieve mom of the stress of it all:)
AIMEE!! I'm so glad you made it :) I knew you would, our apartment is like the dream team or something haha but I'm being sorta serious, we can do anything we set our minds to :)
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