Acceptance

Day 65-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Today, I was called into the Admission Counselor's office. She handed me a yellow paper and told me to go to H.E.R. and get Scott Ferguson, the instructor, to sign it. This paper was the official form saying I start in part-time education / trade on November 22. I walked down, so bewildered, to trade and held back my urge to celebrate as I watched the instructor sign the paper. Guess what everyone...

 I made it.


Although all my friends are celebrating for me, I haven't been talking much about it. I've almost been acting like nothing has changed. Why? I dunno... I just know that there are a lot of people who feel like they have been ripped off because they have waited more than 4 months to get into trade, while I only had to wait two. I'm not sure if it's because I've been working so hard, I've showed exceptional interest and potential, or I just got lucky and came in at the right time when everyone was completing. Either way, I feel that if I celebrated or made a big deal about being in trade, I'd be asking for trouble.

 A lot of the people here point fingers before actually thinking about whether or not their accusations even make sense. They just need to blame someone, anyone else, becuase they can't accept the fact that the only one they can blame is themselves. And if that's not the case, they don't want to admit that the world does not, in fact, revolve around them (true story). They hate that they cannot control everything (heaven forbid) and they refuse to accept that maybe shit just happens.



P.S.
Sorry if I got a little off topic there. In all actuality I had a pretty good day, even if it doesn't quite seem like it in this blog. I just needed to vent (once again) about the students at Job Corps. Even when I have a good day and I'm "happy" I'm always kind of moody and tense because I feel like everyone's watching me. Waiting for me to step out of my comfort zone so they can blind side me (figuratively speaking of course). I feel like if I relax, even for a moment, someone might try to ruin this empire I have begun to build for myself.