Sunday, February 13, 2005
Back on the Horse
So I just realized that I’ve had this blog for over a year now. And I almost never update it! But I found out today that people read it, and learn a lot about me, and then send me emails and say nice things about me that make me happy, so that is a good reason to continue writing in it! (By the way, you know who you are, and thanks!)
But anyway, writing in my blog again isn’t actually what I meant for my title to refer to, that is actually a reference to the fact that I’ve turned in two applications in this past week. One is for Mortar Board (The senior honor society on campus), and I’m very scared about it. I really want it, but I also know that if I don’t get it I’ll be okay. The other one, if I don’t get it, I think I will be devastated beyond repair. Yup, I’m reapplying to be an R.A. Part of me almost didn’t want to apply again, because I am so scared of what getting rejected again might do to me, but at the same time, I couldn’t not take this chance. I know that I was born to be an R.A. I want it so bad, and sometimes the reward is worth the risk. So I’m officially in the process. In a couple weeks I’ll be offered interviews, and then just in time for my birthday once again, I’ll find out whether or not I got the position. I’m scared, but I know that not applying and not ever knowing if I would have made it would be far worse.
So I just realized that I’ve had this blog for over a year now. And I almost never update it! But I found out today that people read it, and learn a lot about me, and then send me emails and say nice things about me that make me happy, so that is a good reason to continue writing in it! (By the way, you know who you are, and thanks!)
But anyway, writing in my blog again isn’t actually what I meant for my title to refer to, that is actually a reference to the fact that I’ve turned in two applications in this past week. One is for Mortar Board (The senior honor society on campus), and I’m very scared about it. I really want it, but I also know that if I don’t get it I’ll be okay. The other one, if I don’t get it, I think I will be devastated beyond repair. Yup, I’m reapplying to be an R.A. Part of me almost didn’t want to apply again, because I am so scared of what getting rejected again might do to me, but at the same time, I couldn’t not take this chance. I know that I was born to be an R.A. I want it so bad, and sometimes the reward is worth the risk. So I’m officially in the process. In a couple weeks I’ll be offered interviews, and then just in time for my birthday once again, I’ll find out whether or not I got the position. I’m scared, but I know that not applying and not ever knowing if I would have made it would be far worse.
