Today it hit: What if I don’t get in to university? Journalism at my number 1 pick is not easy to get in. And what happens if i don’t get in? How will I pick myself up from the heap that I will be in, to proceed? I lost it. I bawled. Twice. Right now there’s nothing more I want. THere is so much pressure. I cannot be the one to falter in my family. How would I be able to show my fact around my family. After everything I’ve done, there’s nothing more I want but my parents to be proud of me. I realize most other teenagers could give two ….. but for me, it means everything. I want them to be able to say the one thing they were never able to: I’ve proud of you. But I think they’d be more shocked if I get in rather than if I don’t get accepted. So now my heart is breaking, the very possibility of not getting accepted is my worse fear. I told this teacher at my school this and its funny; someone that barely knows me has the most faith that I will get in. My friends tell me I can too, but I look in their eyes and its like do you actually believe this? Cuz I don’t. But this teacher does. And she told me even if I don’t its not the end of the world. She told circumstances in her life that broke her heart too but eventually ended up being for the better. So that’s what I have to do. I have to believe that God has the master plan for me, and I have to trust him. Irrevocably and completely.