Who even reads this anyways?

I'm still shaking from a decision I found out eight hours ago...

What is this decision, you ask? Well, if you didn't know, 'tis the season of college applications and acceptance, referral and denial letters. As a high school senior, I am no less excluded from this very stressful process. But earlier today, I received some of the best news of my life. I have been accepted to the school of my dreams, and one of the most prestigious (if not the most prestigious) universities in the world: Princeton University. As my friend put it earlier, "the best part is you'll have school spirit all year round without trying, well at least your hair will." I laughed a little at this, thinking to myself, "I guess it really was meant to be; even my hair preordained it!"

But don't let me fool you; I really do think this is all so surreal. I mean, did I really just get in to Princeton University??? The home of the Tigers, the orange and black? Wow, I guess I really did. Fours years (well, three-and-a-half) of hard work have finally paid off. Hours spent doing homework, finishing projects and studying for tests, as well as countless hours of training for water polo have not gone to waste. It finally seems as if I will get somewhere in life. I know I always said that it doesn't matter what college you attend; it only matters what you make of it, but it really is nice to have the ability to attend a truly great university. to be able to tell people that yes, I went there. Obviously I'm not there yet, but it is closer then ever, and I am beyond ecstatic. The best part is, I get to play the sport I love and I get to study among some of the brightest students there are. And who knows, maybe I'll meet that special someone. I still haven't been on a real first date, you know. But that's for another post.

But there is something I would like to discuss, and that is the matter of my aim to major in English (an aim which has been criticized by many). I've dreamed of being published for quite some time now. I know I am not a naturally gifted writer, and like I said in an earlier post, I certainly cannot be compared to the great classics, but nevertheless, writing and the expression of our thoughts, our ideas, our philosophies, has always fascinated me. I won't say that English has been easy for me. On the contrary, it being my second language I still have trouble from time to time with properly articulating myself. But this, in turn, has motivated me to work even harder. In fact, it's quite incredible to see how much my writing has developed over the years, even weeks. For the past two months, I have been writing in a journal each and every day. I have found it an incredible way to not only let out my emotions, but also to find myself, in a way. Of course, years from now I will look back at the entries and laugh. But that's okay, because we all need to laugh at ourselves sometimes. All laughing matters aside, writing this journal has also allowed me to see myself grow as a writer, both in terms of my writing as well as my piecing together of what means most to me.

And at the moment, what means most to me is living a fulfilling life. Part of that, for me, means not only living up to my dreams but also helping the world become more informed about an issue that I have been growing more passionate about every day: the Earth. See my earlier entry for more on how I feel about this. Hopefully more entries will follow.

So goodbye for now, my non-existing-fellow-cyber-exploring-bloggers-and-friends.