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Holy carp. Am I looking at this right? For those that don't know, I applied for the new program that opened up at BCIT. Basically I entered because my aunt and other aunt and mother wanted me to. Said it was up my alley apparently.
I highly doubted that I'd be able to make it in mainly because I was not a member of the BC populous and my marks are nothing stellular. Actually they are quite dismal. I considered the fact that I didn't like Vancouver, I hate the transport system, schools usually giver priority to provincial residents before other province residents, and they advertised it on the newspaper and TV. I expected a large flock of people trying to get in. What were the chances that I would? But ahh what the hey, I'll try it anyways, if only to stop my mom from saying "you never know if you'll get in unless you try."
I got the regular responses from BCIT. "We got your application..", "Please send all transcripts..." It seems I didn't warrant enough attention to actually get my letters properly sealed. They scotch taped my envelopes. T_T The heck... The whole time I was like, just send me my rejection letter already! I really kind of didn't want to go to BC and was actually hoping to get a rejection.
Apparently there's something else in my future because a few days later when Ling and I were about to leave I went to check the mail and saw something from BCIT. Actually, it was kind of bigger than a usual letter but I didn't really see anything unusual with it until I peeled off the scotch tape...again. I thought...well....here it is...
CONGRATUALTIONS...
...I actually had to do a double take. What the...I got in? Where they drunk when they agreed to this?
I actually stood there feeling mixed feelings. I was happy that I was accepted, cause it meant in some shape or form I was good enough. Happy that now I could tell ma that I made it in and not disappoint her anymore by my "I don't know what I want to do in the future" ways. Happy that I'd be making everyone else happy that I might be moving down to Vancouver since everyone's been trying to get me down there for some reason, happy that I might finally be able to give my family a reason to be proud of me... but at the same time I couldn't help but feel sad. I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to go to BC. I didn't want to be doing this just because they wanted me to. I didn't want to leave Ling and Corinna.
I asked Ling what she thought and she says it's up to me and that I only really enrolled for them anyways. That's true. I really didn't want to leave, but I can't help but think that there was an otherworldly reason that they were letting me into the program. Hopefully it isn't just to see me fail. Maybe there's something else out there waiting for me and this is the first step.
I think I'll go, but that means I'll have to pack whatever is vital and leave in two days to get ready for school. I don't want to leave. I don't have anything ready to move, for obvious reasons. I feel like I'm going to be leaving my world for something that's not mine, but I guess it's only for two years. It won't be that long right? Right. I'll finish this and be back better than ever...or at least with a diploma.
Heading off to BCIT. I'll be back Edmonton.
Don't change too much.
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