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I Did It!

Guess what blogging friends?! You know that college interview I had last week, you can read all about it on here  if you don't haha, well anyways. . . . I got in the Honors Program! I'm so excited! But I'm most excited about SCHOLARSHIPS! I got two letters in the mail today with scholarship offers in them, totaling $9500. I'm so excited! It's not good to put all your eggs in one basket but since I couldn't get a job and handle school at the same time I just hoped for scholarships. My dad was right, there's no way I would have been able to make that kind of money flipping burgers.

This is truly a blessing and I'm so grateful for it. I got an answer to my prayers about where I was supposed to go back in Septemberish but then everything that could go wrong seemed to go wrong. My forms didn't upload so I was classified as a non resident, I lost my acceptance letter with my student id, and now that id isn't working so I can't tell them I'm officially coming, because of this my housing isn't going through, and so on. I was starting to doubt if I'd actually gotten an answer or it was just where I wanted to go. It didn't help that EVERYONE else was trying to talk me out of it and go somewhere else (cough cough Utah)

 But there was this one day I was driving home from church with my dad in the car and talking to him and then I just, ahhh it's hard to describe, I got tinglies all over my body and a huge smile on my face and I knew that was where I was supposed to go. That's when I started getting scholarship offers from other colleges. But I knew there was a reason I was going to UCD and I just waited patiently. And now this scholarship that I couldn't have gotten at any of the other schools. I know there's other reasons I'm supposed to go to UCD. I can't wait to find them all out.

Not going to lie, I'm still a little terrified to live downtown. I just got the hang of my city. I'm sure it will be an adventure, which will all be blog worthy.

So there you go world. I'm going to be a UCD ________ (insert future mascot name here. They're working on it still ;)

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