Bad News Take 2

You might remember on Monday I talked about having good and bad news.  Yes?  Maybe? Hopefully.  ;)

Well since my good news story was so long, I postponed my bad news for another day.  That day is today.

I may or may not have just taken a deep breath..  Alright.  Here we go.

Last month I talked about not getting into my first choice school for this upcoming school year, and how I was waiting to hear back from my second choice school.

Can you tell where this is going?

Yeah.  I didn't get into that second choice school.  Which happened to be my only second choice.  Sso, for the first time in my entire life, I won't be in school this coming fall.  It may sound kind of cheesy, but I honestly feel lost about what I'm supposed to do.  I mean, since I was 3 or 4 (preschool age), school has been the majority of my identity.  Being a student has been the majority of my identity.  And after next month it won't be.

I'm also incredibly frustrated because it's now going to take  six years (instead of five; I spent three years at my JC) to get a four year degree.

People keep telling me I'm "being led on a different path"and "something better will come along"  but I can't help but remain angry.  At life, the world.. For all the hard work I've put in, it refuses to cut me a break.

The other thing I'm angry about is the college school system.  In high school you're told that you should go to a JC first because you'll have a better chance of getting into a four-year university.  Well, I was told wrong.  As of next month I'll have an AA in Psychology, which means all my underdivision work for a BA has been done.  Which was supposed to be my ticket into a four-year school.  But no.  So, I spent the last three years of my life because of a decision that was based on incorrect information.  Can you imagine how I feel now?  Frustrated.  Angry.  Confused.  Hopeless.  Especially when you take into account that when I apply this fall again to four-year schools, who's to say I'll even get in, with what happened this year?  My transcripts and degree will be exactly the same as my application six months ago.  What then?

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For now, I'm planning on working full time after I graduate (38 days away!  Is this real life?!) to save up some money to move out and find a place of my own, at least until next fall (2014), assuming I'll be leaving for school then.  The upside to all this is that without class and five page english papers and 10 minute speeches to do, I'll have so much more time to devote to this blog!  Which I am definitely excited about.  :)

I cannot even imagine how stress-free my life is going to be after next month without school.  

I'm almost happy about this whole thing.

Good News and Bad News

Today I come bearing bad news.  Really bad news.  But also really good news.  Which do you wanna hear first??

Good?

Bad?

Good it is.  Unfortunately... I did not win the lottery.  That's not my good news.  I know you were wondering!

This past Saturday, I attended a management workshop at Jamba HQ (Emeryville, CA if you were wondering) as the last step of my assistant GM training (three cheers for being finally done!).  Well afterward I decided to hop on down to the Jamba down the street for a celebratory smoothie - I mean come on, what else would I do? It's appropriate right?  So I got my smoothie and after a few pictures of the awesome patio chairs they had, I headed on home, which is across the SF bay from Emeryville; a 45+ minute drive.

I had been inside my house for no more than five minutes when my dad called, asking, "Do you have your wallet?"

And I said, "Yeah, why?"  While on the phone, I walked over to where I'd dropped my purse on the dining table and rummaged through it.  No wallet.

Ohhhhh crap.  Inside it was my ID, cash, credit/debit cards, my health insurance card, car insurance info, and all of my CPR/Lifeguarding certifications.

On the phone, my dad says, "Because I just got off the phone with Mom [my dad's mom] and she has it."  My grandmother lives in Berkeley, a city neighboring Emeryville.

Turns out, my wallet fell out of my purse in the parking lot somewhere between the Jamba I went to and the car.  Who knows how long later, a girl my age and her mom came across it in the parking lot, and the girl, upon opening it and seeing my ID says, "Mom, we gotta get this back to this girl.  She's even my age!  We gotta help her out."  She didn't turn it in to the security cop patrolling the parking lot, or the nearest business, or even the police; she knew probably nothing would come of it, and that I'd probably never get it back.

Instead, she went through my wallet, trying to find something to point in a direction of where she could find me. My address was on my ID, but she didn't know if that was current or not.  No "call if.." phone number (stupid me).  What she found was a check from my grandmother, given to me as a birthday present, which I'd deposited weeks ago but had yet to tear up.  There was an address on the check.

She and her mom drove from Emeryville to Berkeley, thinking, Oh, she's probably in college and her mom's just helping her out with lending her some money.  It was easy to assume because my grandmother and I share the same last name.  So, they drove to the address on the check and pulled up in front of a convelescence home.  The girl is like, "Oh, this is her grandmother's address!"  So she goes inside and gives the receptionist my grandmother's name; asks to see her.  She presents my grandmother with my wallet and they visit for a while before the girl left her address and phone number for me, and went home.

A few hours later, I was back in Berkeley picking up my wallet, and after hearing my grandmother recount the story of what happened, I picked up my phone to call this girl.  Hell no was I writing this chick a thank you note, that would take weeks!  I was like, I gotta call and thank her right now.  

This girl is one of the coolest people I've ever known, and I haven't even met her!  Hell, I don't even know what she looks like.  I tried to thank her in our conversation like three times, but all she kept saying was, "it's my pleasure, girl.  Totally my pleasure."  

Then she said, "I just wanted to prove a point, that there are still honest people out there who would do the right thing."

Let me tell you, we need more people like this in the world.

Here's the most awesome, amazing part of the story.  You thought it was legit up till now?  It gets better.

I've done things like this for other people in the past, and if you don't believe in karma, this is proof:  what goes around, comes around.  True story bro.

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Well since that story was so long, I think I'll just postpone my bad news until tomorrow.  Don't worry, I don't have terminal cancer, and my dog didn't die.  You can let go of that breath you've been holding.

Do you have any amazing and touching stories like this??  I'd love to hear them!   xx

p.s.  this girl is getting the most awesome gift bag I can dream up!, courtesy of A String of Purls.   :)

Pink Warmth

scarf, jacket, & skirt | forever 21

Just cause I love y'all so much, I went out last night to take these pictures, even though the sun had already gone down and after being at school for seven hours I just wanted to make a drink and put my feet up.  But I didn't.  Because I know how important your outfit post reads are to you.

Also, I'm madly in love with this skirt (madly) and wanted to broadcast it across the interwebs.

But mostly because I love you.

Seriously though, what is not to love about this skirt?  It's pink, pink ombré at that!, and it's a high-low skirt.  Nothing is not to love about it, that's what.  I got it last week on my Forever 21 spring spree, and have been itching to wear it since.  Rainstorms and windy days had kind of thrown a wrench in my plans though, so yesterday was the soonest big reveal day.  Let me tell you, after months of wearing jeans and dress/tight combos, wearing a skirt on a cloudless, sunny, 65º day was heaven.

Also for funsies, I included a "then and now" picture, taken 5.5 years apart.  And because I know it's going to be your very first thought when you see it, that's not my hair.  I'm standing in front of a hanging plant.  So don't freak out, cause I know you'll want to.  

Have you broken out any skirts for spring yet?  I'm biting at the bit for summer and more of these warm outfits!   xx

ps.  if you're wondering, still no word from ucsc; I'm checking religiously, and I'll mention it as soon as I hear anything!

currently listening to..// Good Girl - Carrie Underwood