Here we go again…

So, I know that this is insanely late considering that we got our appeal notifications a week ago. But I’ve been so busy, that I haven’t been able to post anything…sorry!

Ever since I got the Nonfinalist notification, I wasn’t really that on board to write an appeal but…..at 3:30, I decided why the heck not. I sat down and wrote that appeal with a minute to spare…it even cut off the final word of my appeal. After that, I kinda just forgot about it. I had initially applied to NCSSM just cuz, I was never really positively sure about whether or not I would ever go to the school. To me, the only appeal that it had was the education offered and the maybe the possibility of a new start. I stood there with one foot behind the line, and one foot in-front of the line. I admit, it was a pretty half-motivated application. Compared to how many people were just burning for the chance to get accepted, and the ones who really didn’t care, I was right in the middle. So on the day of the Appeal results, I kept myself pretty busy, and finally checked my status at around 6 o’clock. When I saw the status, the only thing going on in my mind was ‘What?’. I reloaded the page again to check whether I just read something wrong. At that point, the thoughts in my head looked something like this ‘??!!!!??huh?????!!’. My status HAD been changed, but not where I exactly expected it. You see, I had thought that I only applied to NCSSM’s residential program. I remember being really mad at myself that I hadn’t applied to the Online program too when a few of my friends told me that they had only applied to that. To me, that was perfect…the education without the hassle of deciding whether you wanted to leave your friends and family. So imagine my surprise when it told me that I was a Finalist in the Online program. I’m pretty sure that the first words out of my mouth were ‘What the hell???’. My mother, who was in the room with me, turned around looking quite alarmed and asked me what happened. When I told her she started laughing, and told me that it was fantastic that I got into the Online program that I never remembered applying to….because according to her, even if I had gotten into the residential program she would have never let me go. That was some news to me, but if anything, it just made me happier. The whole situation was just perfect, and it was a lot better than me ever getting into the residential program. It was a win-win. I wouldn’t have to worry about leaving (which apparently was never going to happen anyway), and I got the education I wanted. In retrospect, I probably should have known that I had applied to both programs considering my family’s habit of trying every option possible (a teaching that was ingrained in my mind), and my application itself…..but I never knew. And hey, it worked out pretty well.

So while the rest of you go to Raleigh, I’ll be continuing the NCSSM journey in my own way… 🙂

That Dreaded Moment…

So today was that day. The day where we found out whether we made it or not.

It was pretty much like any other normal day except that today there was the anticipation of whether or not you would get in, which made everything seem longer. I came home at around 3 pm and I specifically didn’t turn on my computer or allow NCSSM to even enter my mind. I wanted to make sure that even if I did/ didn’t get in, I wouldn’t freak out and would accept that whatever happened, happened for a reason. Being as nervous as I was, I waited until 6:30 pm to actually go on and check my status. It was nerve-wracking and I was apprehensive about even checking it at that time, but I did. And it said Nonfinalist.

For some odd reason, I didn’t feel even as dejected as I thought I would. I had ambivalent feelings about whether or not I actually wanted to go to NCSSM for a while now, long before I even applied. I had a huge pro/con list on hand and everyday my feelings would switch sides, offering justification for both. I feel like I had already come to terms with the prospect of not getting in, and that actually facing it was easier to handle. I had decided to apply to NCSSM in the first place just to just see and give it a shot even though I was uncertain. And surprisingly, I’m content with what has happened. Of course the self-pitying indignant thoughts are there just going around in the back of my head, but the overall feeling of acceptance just overpowers it. When I told my parents that I didn’t get in, they just smiled and shrugged it off. They told me that it was okay, life has more to come, and that I should just focus on the things that I have going on now in my life. And in a way, they’re right. By not getting into NCSSM I haven’t really lost anything major. It was good experience, and I’m glad I actually tried. Plus, there’s always the appeals process. Speaking of which… I’m not sure about whether I will appeal, but I guess I might because hey, what have I got to lose? I might as well try and see, because there’s quite a few people I know that have gotten in through appealing. Which just tells you that there IS a possibility if you try.

But congratulations to everyone that got in!

Your journey’s just now starting, and it’s fantastic that you made it considering all the hard work that you’ve done to get in.

I wish all of you good luck. 🙂