Disclaimer: This post is a response to a prompt found on the “Daily Post”. It is also themed for future and current college students in honor of the month of March: college decision month. Thank you.
Prompt: Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding, belly-twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?
February 8, 2013. There was no e-mail; no phone call. However, I knew since I turned in my application that today was THE day: the day I would find out if I had been accepted into the most important school on my list.
I turned in my application five months prior to this day. Within this time period I had been accepted into two of the other colleges I applied for. My confidence level had grown.
The confident boost was not enough, though, as I fearfully waited to hear back from the number one school in the state.
In which college involves flying or fighting, your author chooses the latter, and this post is meant to encourage you to do the same.
Six o’clock was the time one could login to find out. I usually woke up around 5:30 in order to be ready for school. I had to spend 12 ½ hours waiting until I would find out my fate. To be honest, I remember going to school that day but cannot remember any moment of it for the life of me. I just remember the few hours prior to the big reveal.
In my household we have a number of laptops for one’s own personal use. On February 8, 2013, at around 4:30 pm I monopolized all but one of these laptops. Why? Did I not say earlier that 6:00 was the time I would find out? Yes, that is true. However, I heard a few days prior to from an individual that I may be able to access the result at 5:00 pm.
This was a fail; not even epic enough to be classified as an “epic fail”. I logged into my account on one computer to see a box that read something along the lines of “results will be revealed at 6:00 pm eastern time”. That’s fine. It was only one hour more.
Longest. Hour. Of. My. Life.
I don’t remember what I did during this time other than probably whine to my mother and not allow my brother to have his laptop back. My father had luckily (or is the better word “sneakily”) gone to the gym.
Fast-forwarding through an hour of irrelevant details that consist of actions related to whining.
It was 6 o’clock. Now was the time. As soon as ‘6:00 pm’ was seen on a laptop I logged in my information. The moment I had been waiting for was here; the moment my whole family had been waiting on. The result was…
“Unavailable at this time due to server’s crashing”.
What. Was. Life?
Just as I had waited the whole day to find out if I had been accepted so did others. I constantly had to refresh my page in order to find out. By time I found out my result it was around 7:30 and the fear had been replaced with the feeling of being miffed.
Of course that went away after finding out I had been accepted.
To conclude this story and save you from the details of my always-supportive family, I’d like to answer the second question of the prompt.
Were the nerves justified? I’d like to think so. Finding out where you are going to spend the next four years mapping out your life is a big deal.
Would I do it again?
Well, I mean…waiting for that phone call or e-mail telling me if I have received the job at a local station and later at CNN or ESPN is a big deal involving a lot of anxiety.
But I wouldn’t avoid it for the world. Life is full of challenges. We have a choice to make:
To fly away or fight on.
It’s your decision.
I’m just an average college girl with many stories; many words; many confessions.
These are just some of the confessions of an average college girl to average college girls.
…And there are many more to come.