Rejected.

Yeah, that whole New Visions thing..., not going to happen.
I received my letter in the mail, and as soon as I felt how light it was, I prepared for the worst. Sure enough, I spotted those words "We regret to inform you" in a millisecond. At first it felt like a slap in the face and I stormed off into another room. But Tom followed close behind and comforted me in the bizarre, yet effective ways he does. I'm still unhappy, but I have given myself time to mull it over and make some decent realizations for the better. My "vain brain", as decribed in the nonfiction psychology book I'm reading, is busy sheltering my ego and changing my motives and plans to be more appealing. I'll let it do its job though, because I would prefer to indulge myself in something beneficial, than sit around feeling sorry for myself. I decided to use this setback to focus on what I truly love; writing.

Medicine is going down the drain, but in theory when I think about it, writing a good book would bring me much more joy. I still might test the waters in psychology, but otherwise, creative writing and journalism are my current interests. Being a journalist could be exciting. A big dream of mine that I hope to make into a reality is opening my very own bookstore. I envision doing that when I'm older though, settled in a town I'm in love with, in a beautiful house. After my nomadic tendencies I hope to harbor simmer down :).

So this afternoon I went out for icecream with the girls, John, and the ferret. Soft serve cheesecake = ♥. Mrs.Barosi, the music teacher joined us there. It was a good time, aside from the sun roasting me in my black cardigan sweater. Ms.Hsai showed up to see us too, she's the chinese band teacher :). Tomorrow is the Prom Crash demonstration, which I signed up to partake in. I'm a tidbit nervous, just because I feel awkward in front of a crowd. In case you don't know what I'm rambling about, every year before Prom, the rescue squad puts on a "crash" where they set up junk cars to resemble an accident, and students act out the roles of drunken drives, and injured/dead persons. They undergo the whole process of the ambulance showing up, using the jaws of life, putting people on stetches, zipping the dead inside a bodybag and leaving in the hearse, ect. It's intended to snap people out of the idea of drinking and driving. I truly hope noone here is that ignorant to do so :/. If they are, I hope our performance sways their mind. I supposedly will have to sream and become upset seeing Cassie all dead and such, I hope I can do a decent job and not sound totally fake, haha. We'll see.

♥ Olive