Two More Weeks

Figured I'd update since it's definitely been over a month. A month of school, work, homework, projects, school, work.. well, you get the idea. A month of craziness.

The good news is that I will officially graduate in two weeks! Also, I have been further considering journalism grad schools. A little while ago, I was 0/1, with OU rejecting my submission. Hey, we all need a humbling experience or two. I like to think that everything happens for a reason.

About a week and a half later, I couldn't help but wonder what the other universities would decide; would they quickly glance at it and conclude that I wasn't the "right fit" like OU seemed to do? Or would they actually consider all of my application--the rec letters, resume, transcript, etc--and give me more of a chance? I didn't know what to expect.

That Saturday night, I had a very strange, vivid dream. I remember receiving a large package in the mail, with the words "Indiana University" written across it. To my surprise, I found out that I was accepted into IU. I remember thinking something had to be wrong; surely the letter wasn't addressed properly! I reread the first line of the acceptance letter over and over, somehow thinking I'd see a different sentence that told me I did not get accepted.

The very next night, I had another strange dream. It was of my grandpa who passed away early last month, rolling his wheelchair into a room filled with family members. I remember being shocked that I saw him. I looked around the room to notice that no one else could see him--only I could. The next thing I know, I am backing myself up into a wall and nearly screaming out loud.

The very next day, Monday, I found out that the IU letter was, in fact, addressed properly. That same, large package I received in the mail during my dream--the package that I thought would never come--sat in my mailbox all day. I opened the package, reread the first line over and over, and just stared in disbelief. Was this still a dream? If it's not, how is it that I'm reliving it? It was one of the happiest, yet strangest, moments in my life.

The part that made it a bit strange (in a good way): my grandpa went to the IU School of Journalism. Like I said, I like to think things happen for a reason. :-)