That awkward moment when you’re trying to take a nap and then somehow, in your complete exhaustion, come up with a beautiful introduction for a research paper you’ve been having trouble writing. So… you force yourself to get out of bed, knowing well enough that if you forget this, you’ll never come up with anything as good.
If I got in and was offered the full scholarship…I would go.
If I didn’t…I would be perfectly happy staying here. It would have been the sign that I supposed to stay here, that wonderful opportunities here were coming my way, just…just that maybe there was reason for me being here after all.
They gave me half. HALF. And now…I have to decide.