... the hardest thing I've ever tried to "be a part of" in my entire lifehood. I feel the need to write at this moment - not because I'm sad, angry, hurt, frustrated - well, okay - frustrated, I am. But, nothing on the crazy side like it can be.
I'm 27, almost 28 old. I'm ready to feel like I can move into and enjoy my adulthood. But, I feel like I cannot move physical forward until I pass this block I have which is getting into an actual school. Yeah, I'm on the two-year waitlist for my community college, but by the time I even get a chance to be accepted, I'll damn well be 30 or be pretty fucking closeto it. And to me, that isn't good enough.
So, here I am... looking into other schools that require 'magic' grades and insane GPAs. And here I sit, looking at my poorly 2.72 GPA thinking of what a fuck up I am and just hoping that someone sees past my 'C's and sees that IT'S OKAY TO BE AVERAGE. My GPA doesn't measure what a great fucking nurse I'll be, it just measures how fucking bored I was of taking all these bullshit classes.
I just would like someone to call and say, "Yes, we would love to have you a part of our school, congrats." Or something else along those lines. Therefore, on Thursday night when the moon is full, I'm lighting a candle, saying a little prayer of hope and sit back, visualize and wait for something to manifest.
Wish me luck.