College was the next big thing to happen to me and I was ready to cash in on it. It was my last year in high school and I pretty much had no idea where I wanted to go. I applied to Fordham, Boston College, and Seton Hall. I got accepted into these colleges but my mom thought Boston College would be the best for me. We argued back and forth until my mom convinced me that Boston College was a better choice. My dream of going to school in NY was shattered and I prepared myself to become an Eagle. At the last minute, I added St. John's to the list of my colleges because I believed in its educational values and its strong commitments to its students. I focused all my attention on finalizing my admission into BC and making sure that all the required documents were handed in.
As the deadline for the college registration drew near, I was about to submit the last document needed for my admission until I received an email requesting me to print a form and also complete it. I did as I was required but couldn't fax it because the office was closed after 5 pm and they were not open on weekends. On May 1st , I faxed the required copies and also called them to make sure that they got it. The Financial Advisor told me that he got it but was having problems registering me because my name was no longer in the school's registry. He asked me to check with admission to figure out what the problem was. I was transferred to admission where I was given the biggest shock of my life . I was told that they were fully booked and there was no space for me. I told them that I had been in contact with their office for a month now and I had given them all the necessary documents they needed. My pleadings fell on deaf ears and I felt as if my world was crumbling right under my feet. I couldn't go back to any of my other colleges because I called in advance to let them know that I was no longer interested in their offers.
I went home with a broken heart and as I sat on the coffee table, crying, my mom walked into the room with a big envelope in her hand. I explained to her what had happened and she was shocked. She consoled me and told me that all hope was not lost and she handed me my St. John's admission letter. I was very happy and I called SJU the next morning. They assured me that everything would be alright and that I was in safe hands. I don't know whether to call it fate or was it just nature playing a game on me. Maybe all along I was looking in the wrong direction and I had to be called back to my destiny. Maybe I was supposed to be in this class from the get go. As I write this blog, these are many questions that are going through my head. Someday I would have answers to these questions but right now, all I can say is that "I am living the good life."
