I might as well be wearing a big sign saying "BLOGGING ROOKIE" but there you have it, this is a blog, and I'm new. Being 'new' is usually scary, but this isn't nearly as terrifying as first days at school because I don't even know if anyone will read this, or even care whereas at school, you're there, you have to be, you can't hide, and you'll most likely see those people 5 days a week, 40 weeks a year.
That reminds me, I'll be (hopefully) getting another real-life newbie experience pretty soon. I think. I say 'hopefully' because university acceptance isn't announced until sometime in January. In some ways, I wish that they'd do it like the Americans, and have the application process in the beginning of your final high school year, and have results, decisions, and offers out, all done and dusted long before you graduate. I think that way you wouldn't have this nagging anxious feeling with you all holidays, through Christmas and New Years.
On the other hand, I wouldn't be able to do the procrastinate-and-cram-in-the-last-week thing.
In case I don't make it into university (Vanessa told me that she and Annabel were ready to cry when they glimpsed another applicant's portfolio), my plan C is to join the Air Force. I've always loved flying, and this way, I won't have to face the giant training fee I would otherwise have to pay myself if I just went straight to flying school.
So plan B is to get into university, plan C is to fly, so what's plan A? I should have been more specific - when I said 'university' I meant NZ university. Plan A is the one and only U.S. However my options are kind of limited to private universities, the ones that will teach me, feed me, and provide room and board. I'm not going to mention names because it's such a long shot I'm honestly a bit embarrassed, I'm not the most original, most sporty, and definitely not the smartest either.
What am/was I thinking? Well, whatever happens, happens. Sometimes we just have to face the music and dance. Merry Christmas!
