A Girl's Journey To Julliard Part Four

Today was Saturday, so I got the mail. I came back with get well cards for Mrs. Carson, dad, bills for mom, and an envelope for me that was about to decide my future of where I was going to be after high school. I was a little nervous because I didn't know what I was going to do. I mean what if I don't accepted into Julliard? What if I fail high school, and then I don't get into a good college? I mean things like this can happen in life and what if my parents are not proud of me, if it happens? I am so nervous in opening, that I throw up. I didn't think my nerves would get the best of me, over what could be an acceptance letter or a rejection letter. I'm so nervous that I start crying and believing the things I've asked and then I pace back and forth like I'm making a decision and I can't do anything. I am so nervous that after I stop pacing back and forth, I drink water and eat a snack. Once I stop doing that, mom comes home. She knows something is wrong, otherwise she wouldn't have found a way for me to calm down. She knows that every time I get this way about anything, that I need to take a breather and remind myself that I can accomplish great things in life. I open the envelope and what I find as I open it, is a letter from Julliard. I didn't know what to do. I mean this letter was just about to decide where my future is going to take me in the next year after I finish high school. I mean I've waited for this day to come, so many times and now that it is finally here, I'm nervous because I'm not sure what the letter will say. My mom tries to tell me that no matter what happens that her and dad will always be proud of me, and that even if I don't get accepted it is not the end of the world, because God's plan for my life will continue to work out because God is always there for us, no matter what we go through. I know that what she is saying is the truth and that I shouldn't worry so much, but this is just been my dream for awhile now, and I don't want to feel like my work has gone unnoticed, to any school. I want any school to know that I'm a hard worker, and that I have potential to be on Broadway someday, because that's another dream of mine. I want to make it on Broadway and preform for others, so that they can be happy. Now, in order for me to do that, I need to find out what the letter reads. So I finally take the letter out of the envelope, to read it.