Dear Mommy, Ba, Hee, and Bo (and Marko and some friends),
I didn’t understand you at all when you kept telling me things like, “everything will be okay,” or, “don’t worry, things will work out.” In fact, it irritated me, as I felt like I was the only person going through this. It was frustrating and disappointing when I fell into those two deep holes along the way of my college journey. I really thought I would stop my path already, because I couldn’t find my way out, but you kept telling me to climb out of the muddy waters and you helped me see clearly so that I could keep going. Things seemed hopeless, but as of today, not anymore. You stayed positive for me when I was so negative with myself. Well, I was wrong, and you were right - I really am ‘okay’ right now.
I finally feel a strong grasp in my hands of what I have been wanting the past two years. I admit it was difficult to get in, now it’s going to be hard to stay in, and even harder to get out WITH it. But you know what? I have it in my hands now, and I am not letting it go without a brutal fight with pencils and erasers. Actually, I don’t want to let it go at all.
So, it’s official. Finally, after four days of chatting with Jennifer Sixt, a dreadful hour with the head major professor to answer the two-worded question, “why math?” for approval, and two sweet seconds with the L&S advisor to hear the two words I wanted to hear, “you’re in.”
Thank you for everything. I cherish you all very much and wouldn’t have made it this far without you.