A Rediscovered Scrooge

I've been the happiest today than I've been in a long time.

     The final hours of Thanksgiving break are coming to a close, a break which began with a crushing college deferral, contained one of the worst head colds I've ever had, and ended with a crazy work shift.  But despite all of that, I am lying cozy in my bed with my kitty at my feet listening to CHRISTMAS music! :)
     I still had a really relaxing break though.  I ate amazing food on Thanksgiving, and we even waited a few days after Thanksgiving to drag out all the Christmas stuff so that Thanksgiving could have its moment.  We decorated our front yard all over with multi-colored Christmas lights and it looks so pretty.  Maybe it's holiday spirit that I'm beginning to feel, but I'm extra happy lately.  I have even recently come to accept a different school that I feel confident that I can love as much as my once-was first-choice school.  It has the major that I'm looking for, and it's half the size of my first school.  It's a feat, and I am quite proud of myself.
     The funniest thing happened tonight.  My dad was snoozing on the couch this evening, like he does every single night.  I saw him stir and went over to him and hugged him, and then we were talking about whatever had just come on TV.  He was still kind of sleepy, and that was quite evident when out of nowhere he said to me: "You look nothing like Michael Jackson."  It was so random, and plus I'm a girl and I never once thought that I shared any sort of resemblance to Michael Jackson.  So I started cracking up and my dad started laughing too when he realized what happened.  Then he was really awake.  It was so funny.  He then was like, "I have no idea why I said that."  Neither do I, neither do I.  It's probably really only funny if you know my dad.  Anyway, that was just the cherry on top of a great day.  Now to get ready to go back to school tomorrow after a whole week's hiatus.
     Til next time...

Crap-Eater

     I recently started a job working at a local vet.  I love it, even more than I thought I would surprisingly.  All my life I thought I wanted to be a vet, and then as I grew older I realized that I may not want to be a vet exactly, but something close to that field.  Now since I have this job, I think I may have been right all along.  I LOVE what I do.  I admit, the bulk of my job involves walking the kennel dogs and feeding the cats and doing basic exams including toenail trims etc.  But I also work with the vet techs a lot and the vets as well.
At the end of a recent Saturday shift, we had two emergency cases.  One was a yellow lab that had been hit by a car.  The other was a dog that had eaten some crap from his owner's purse and could not digest anything.  The main vet that was working that day had to go in and do surgery on both of them, starting with the little dog that was the crap-eater.  It was the end of my shift, but the vet said that we could stay and watch if we wanted to.  I was really interested, though I knew I had the tendency to be squeamish about blood, so I wondered what the sight of intestines and other various organs would do.
     So I stayed.  I do confess that I walked across the street to get some lunch first just in case I ever felt faint, that way I'd at least have food in my stomach.  It was SO interesting, even seeing the intestines.  Even down to the precision that the doctor had as he was stitching up the incision at the end.  I did dip in and out of the surgery room because I didn't want to risk fainting but I watched a fair amount of the process. Oh, and it turns out that this little dog had ingested a granola bar wrapper, a whole almond, and an acorn.  I think he's going to be okay.
     It's really encouraging because I know that I am heading in the right direction!  If the school of my choice works out, I will be good to go.

A Depressing Outcome

     As it turns out, I was deeply depressed.  But not really.  I got deferred, and I was really disappointed and a tad-bit discouraged, but it's not the end of the world.  In fact, I get the chance to reapply for regular decision.  I was also slightly uplifted about my own situation when I found out that a fellow student of mine with a 4.1 GPA and a 1900 SAT score got deferred as well, though I felt really bad for him.  The whole school was pretty dumbfounded actually.
     Anyways, fingers crossed for regular decision acceptance.  If not, it will be dooms day FOR SURE. It's just the rest of my life we're talking about.

D-Day

     Tomorrow is D-Day. Well, actually technically today was D-Day, aka "dump day."  That basically means that if you have a significant other and you want to break up with them, today is the last day to do it before the holidays and still maintain any shred of respect.
     However.  Tomorrow is my own separate dooms day because I find out whether or not I get accepted into my favorite college and top choice in early action.  Even if I get deferred, it's not the end of the world because I can re-apply regularly in January.  But I want to find out so bad, but I'm terrified at the same time.  This letter tomorrow carries a lot of weight.  Especially since I haven't applied anywhere else. Holy crap.
I'll either be super happy, or deeply depressed. T - 11 hours.