I thought the sun went down on me. It happened upon a midday clear. I, with an academic letter from Edinburgh.
We regret….
I didn’t have to read further, did I. Fffffhhhh…. I turned to my Mom’s awaiting face.
‘Sorry….’
She was as if trying to pacify me. I told her I was OK. I was just cool, though I can barely hide my dissappointment.
‘I am never gonna give up!!!’ said I.
I would be facing another gigantic basilisk if I had to. I would be stumbling and falling 998 times more if I had to, cause I knew there’s a single chance that I can make it.
So….
Today I’m taking another (potentially painful) blow. I have to thank some people for this. And I promise I will write their name at the surface of my flying dream-balloon.
Let’s not stop hoping.
Oxford…Brookes….
Hmm… a blog that I wrote when I received a ‘rejection letter’ of my very first scholarship application to a university in Edinburgh. Look how far I have gone now. *teary*