Thankful

Today, I was speechless for words.

I spent the majority of my day writing thank you cards. I remember checking the mail and getting a thank you card from a friend or a family member. It made me feel special, loved, cared about. I like to make the one's I care for feel the same way. Although I don't say thank you as much as I should, I am very grateful and blessed to have all these wonderful people in my life. In addition, I appreciate all the texts I received today saying "Goodluck" or "just thinking of you". They make me smile and not a single text goes unnoticed. And the final thing that I am especially thankful today for is you guys. It made me feel quite awesome approximately five seconds ago that I opened my blogging page and saw I received over 50 views. I don't find myself to be anyone important, but to see someone cared enough to click that tiny link is humbling.

 Post interview photo

And the moment most of you have been waiting for, My Duke Interview! Can I just say my interviewer, who will remain anonymous, was awesome and super nice. I felt relaxed and comfortable. It's easy to just talk about yourself, and my interview gave me the opportunity to reveal a personal story, my concussion. She asked the basic questions: who are you? why Duke? what is your weakness? what is your strength? what is your fondest memory? what is you worst experience? what was your summer like? I asked some questions, and she told me about her experience. I expressed my concern with my lower SAT scores, and she reassured me Duke only wanted a well rounded individual. At the end, she said, "Once you get accepted into Duke, I will contact you again." I quote it because I hung on every word of this line as she said it. She didn't say "if". I know I am probably getting my hopes up, but, at this point, I am at peace with the fact that whatever will be, will be. We shook hands goodbye and I handed her a thank you card. I was thankful for the opportunity to have a voice in my application. Overall, it went great!

Tomorrow, Sophie, my puppy, gets spayed. Say a prayer for her if that's your type of thing. I also start back up with soccer. Excited but, at the same time, don't feel ready or prepared. That 2.5 mile run I did tonight should make me a little more prepared. Tomorrow is also my last semester of high school and my last first-day of a semester in high school. Bittersweet.
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.” ~Seneca

Till Tomorrow,
Brittany