So I was told that I was going to be accepted into this program a long time ago. Actually before I was even sure I would apply. I got home and took my time filling out the application and sending it. I didn't really push the people to fill out the letters of recommendation I asked from them. I did my usual wait til the last minute if its right its right.
I tell myself that a lot, "Don't worry, it'll get done." That isn't how it should be though. I should be more on top of things. I should do things when I say I will. The Lord must really want me up in Combermere though because earlier this week I received an informal email saying that I had been accepted, and yesterday I received another with the official document because it was too late to mail it.
I think I'm a little scared to go in some ways. It is an intense program. Not only that, it is also a very intense communal life. Which is something that I want, but it is still pretty hard for me sometimes. It is definitely going to be practice for my future.
Today is one week from the leave date. I am getting kind of nervous. I know that I am supposed to be there, but that doesn't make leaving any easier. It also doesn't make me any less of a less crazy. I still haven't gone to get a winter coat, although that is schedule for Monday, or long underwear, gloves, ice skates, any washroom supplies, or basically anything on my huge list of shit to bring. I plan on doing it all next week. You know when I'm not doing all the other shit I have to do. "Whatever it'll get done," is what I keep telling myself.
I'm excited too though. Don't get me wrong. I can't wait to see my friends up there and to get this started. I really do love it up there.
7 Days, its the perfect number.
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