Its a cold Wednesday. I head to the bus stop. Its rainy, as always. I continue through my day. The Usual Stressing in Geometry, Trying to make small talk with lettuce all of period 3, Wasting time, and Chatting with Momma D. Nothing out of the ordinary. 5th period comes along. Its 12:30. The Time When our mail comes. When we don't have school I ALWAYS check the mail. Its a little relaxing walk. Music and a purpose. All I need to survive. However It was the week SoTA letters should be arriving. And I was stuck at school this particular 12:30. I eagerly text my mom "Did it come?!?!" She gave me the same response she had given to me since monday. "sorry honey, but no."
I think she is uninterested. I know she is interested, and I know the text is brief because it is very difficult for her to send a text, so a sentence is 2 minutes of work. She is always supportive with everything I want to do. I went Veg, She did to. And lasted 2 years. I said I want to go to SoTA she got ready and drove me to the info night, where we left amazed. but at that time SoTA was just a dream. Something you see on TV. Like Zoey101. An amazing school that you dream of going to but doesn't exist. Only my dream school does exist. Its nestled in the City.
Then Dance class happened. And I knew for sure SP is rekindled.
I wake up the next day. Thursday. The whole day happens untill 5th period comes around. It didn't come. I text Demi, and feel guilty as always. I know Demi won't mind - but Im killing Pipers hope. And I feel like I'm Santa clause and Giving her coal on Christmas.
Friday Comes along. I've given up hope. I thought the letter would come Saturday, where I would open it, jump, and run to Olivia's house while sending out a massive text. But we all know that isn't how it happened. The weather is beautiful this friday. I will always remember thinking that on the way to the bus stop on March 20th. I remember thinking it was a good Omen. I mean, It wasn't raining. But I still didnt believe. I had no faith. I didn't think it would come.
Piper waltzes into the nook. Everything looks ordinary. Everyone is being really nice to me. At least, I remember it that way. Of course whatever happened this day I will remember as good. So I watch piper walk in. Her excited face is absent. I admire her beauty, innocent appearance and soft features. And Her hair. If you asked me to describe Demi, Piper, or Emma I would have to mention their amazing hair first. Although I may Have to comment on Emma's figure first and foremost. Piper just says "Its not coming today. I dont think it is." I concur and Everyone jokes that that means the letter is coming today. Friday. Then, for a second, I feel like It is coming. The third omen. First It was the wind, telling me that I will get it on Friday, "lets hope." I loved it when people would tell me WHEN I get it. I was confident in my work, but not that I was going to get in. Then There was the second omen. The weather. Then Emma's joke.
I went through the day as usual. Today felt like a good day. I even enjoyed G's company 2nd period.
I text my mom 5th. No response. Dangit. I am irritated with her phone. It is always dead. Its battery is poor. Then in 6th we do everything as ordinary. the right people come sit at my table. I give up hope and stop checking my phone. I go snag one of the last computers. I decide on the Ivory Coast. Its French, African, and Small. Its like the Luxembourg of Africa. My phone is on silent, as it is 24/7 and as I always regret. I peak at my phone. My moms text says It's here. in bold letters ITS HERE. Her support had returned. She had sent it to me twice, since I didnt reply for a long period of time.
I jumped up, resisting to gasp. I walk fast to Emma - until I clear the computers. Then I run. I fall on my knees by her head and inform her of the good news. I call my mom. She brings it. She had been crying. I open it, and the moment I open It I know I got in. The envelope must have released the news through the air I breathed. Then I was positive when I noticed it was stuffed with more than 1 piece of paper. 3 exactly. 9 layers folded. but I didn't know the exact number at the time. I scream "I got in" before I even pulled the letter from the envelope. I realized immediately I sounded foolish because I wasn't Entirely sure. But I mean, why would a rejection letter have 3 pages? My mom nervously laughs an optimistic laugh. She is positive. It calms my nerves. This all happened in 15 seconds. But I remember each second. I read it and scream and jump. Up and down. I Let my mom read a little bit before I snatch it and leave Olivia with my mom. I tell Ms. Fox because she was walking along side me. I walk into play rehearsal to Tavern's Bitching. He is frustrated. But I don't mind. Suddenly the world is beautiful. The people, weather, and our Kalles Commons. Tavern tells everyone, leading to many congratulations throughout the rehearsal. Thank you Tavern.
Demi looks so proud and so accomplished when she opens her. Of course if the alternative was PHS I would be too. The Dream is now Fulfilled, for most of us. We assumed all of us.
I get home and text my grandma. She cries. Not a surprise because she cried after my interview. She is so proud, she always reminds me. My family was all supportive. Everyone. Funny Story. When SoTA opened in 2001 my grandma was reading the paper. SoTA had an article. It was about it's opening. My grandma cut it out and told my mom that my First-grade-self would be going here. I didnt give it much thought. High school was too far away.
All week Ive been Facebook-ing Johnny. Asking Question after Question.
I get to go where my grandma said I would go when I was in the 1st grade.
I get to go where that girl who did my make up in 7th grade goes, and recommended.
I get to go to my dream school.
THANK GOD!
