I think life just served me up a bigggg ol bowl of "I told you so" by making me realize not to put all my eggs in one basket. I just got my rejection letter from this program I applied to. It suuuccckkkkkssss but what makes me feel worse than not getting in is not being sure of what's next. If you knew me you'd know I LIVEEEE for planning things. I plan, plan, and plan some more even if I don't actually act on it. It just brings me comfort to have my thoughts and options written out. Well, I guess I was so sure I'd get into the program that I only created a half-ass backup plan. So now I'm about to finish my last semester of my AA and have to face the reality of going to university and being in all that craziness. Don't get me wrong, part of me is elated that I get to experience university since I didn't go fresh out of high school. But....then there is that scared part of me that wonders if I will even do well in university, will i find the right major, will things be as easy as they have been???? Ahhhh... I have until January to get it together I guess.. I'll keep y'all updated on all that jazz.