After I got accepted into my school, I also got accepted into another pharmacy school. This one was so nice. It was still new; it hadn't been accredited yet (meaning it didn't have the official stamp on it). To be accredited, the school has to have graduated one class. I really should have gone to this school. It's so much closer to home- only about an hour, and my closest friend from undergrad just got into dental school in the same city. We totally could've lived together and everything. Another plus about the school was that the faculty was very nice. Man, the two professors that interviewed me were so handsome, and the lady who took my photograph told me they were very nice gentlemen. I hate how this world raises guys to be so disrespectful and cowardly to women. I miss having gentlemen in my life.
The lady who took my photo was also very kind; she complimented me on my cross necklace and told me I didn't need to show my teeth when I smile because I have one of those faces that already look happy. In my head I was thinking, "I think I look better when I show the top row of my teeth." After that, I started thinking about my smile, and it spiraled into this subconscious hindrance. I couldn't smile correctly because I was too occupied with what kind of smile looked better on me so all the photos ended up looking bad. There's nothing worse than confusion and losing your confidence in something.
I feel like I would've done well at that school. My friend has actually made friends with some girls from the pharmacy school there, and she says they're nice. I know my life would've been totally different, and I would not have been through the same experiences I did. I asked my parents where I should go, and they were being weird about the accreditation thing so they wanted me to attend my school. Maybe I should've fought harder for the other one, but I didn't. I feel like I didn't feel a real pull to either school- ok, that's a lie. The thought did cross my mind that the beautiful boy would go to my school, and we'd be friends...or something else. I didn't care what. The two big pluses to going to this other school was that my friend would be there, and it would be super close to home, and somehow the boy, more specifically, the possibility of the boy weighed as much as these two pluses? I was insane. I knew I was being insane. And since I was being insane, I decided to leave it up to my parents. I feel that whenever I don't know what to do, it's best to seek my parents' advice because God will speak through them.
So, here we go. Were my parents right? I'm not sure yet. The day I moved into my apartment in Marilola, I felt such peace. I had a moment when I knew that I was in the right place at the right time. That doesn't happen much. So why am I unsure, you ask? Because of all the things that happened to me.
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