EaT MoR ChiKin'

I am sitting in my room with my computer open and my school books in front of me all ready to start writing a paper, but I feel like I need to procrastinate just a little bit more. So I decided I will blog about another one of my favorite memories in my life.

It was my senior year in high school, during the last class period of the day. My brother and I were both teachers assistants together during this class for Mr. Weissman, my favorite teacher in high school. Mr. Weissman helped me so much during the last 2 years at Smoky Hill, but the number one thing I have to thank him for is helping me write such an amazing college essay, that ultimately got me into UCCS. I had kept in contact (through e-mail) with one of the UCCS representatives, so as soon as I submitted my application to UCCS I immediately e-mailed him to let him know I applied and he responded letting me know that he would let me know if he hears anything.

I got a letter in the mail in the beginning of December from UCCS letting me know that they needed my second semester grades in order for them to make a decision whether or not I would be accepted. This scared me. My grades were all A's so I was not worried about that, but I was worried that I was right on the border of being accepted or not.

So back to my story. And my favorite memory. I am sitting in Mr. Weissman's classroom, with Jake right next to me, and we are pretty much just sitting there doing nothing (don't ask me why) when I decide to check my e-mail on his computer. Sure enough I had an e-mail from the UCCS Rep and I opened it and my eyes darted immediately to the all caps letters about halfway through his e-mail saying "CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'VE BEEN ACCEPTED!" I was filled with so much happiness I'm pretty sure I let out a scream. I then showed Jake and Mr. Weissman and they were both incredibly happy for me. Mr. Weissman even made me go print out a copy of the e-mail for him to put in my "file" in his classroom that was filled with anything and everything I had ever done in his classroom.

I remember having for the rest of the night this feeling that was such a sigh of relief. Everything I have ever worked on in school up until that point was finally worth it, because I was going to college! Sometimes sitting in class, or walking around campus I think back to those hard times in high school when I didn't think I would get accepted here, and I just have to thank God because he has allowed me to be so happy at this University!