Today I went to my advising appointment to get all of my paperwork settled for my study abroad program application. Here's how the conversation went down with the international coordinator:
her: You do know this is a highly competitive program, right?
her: For example, we already have ten applications (the application's due in 5 days), and we only have two spots to fill.
me: Oh wow...
her: I see you haven't selected a second choice, would you like to do that now?
me: No, thank you.
her: I think you're making a mistake. You're missing out on a great opportunity to study abroad.
me: I understand that. But I've travelled a lot in my life, and this is the program I've been looking forward to since I was in high school. I see no point in spending the money to study abroad if I'm not crazy about the location or school.
her: Okay.....you're choice.
To put it simply, I left the study abroad office feeling pretty bummed. But after wrapping my head around the stiff competition and talking to Kelcy about it, I feel like whatever happens will happen for a reason. If I get into the program, I have to go. I was chosen to be only one of two students. But it I don't get into the program, well then something good will come of that too.
If I do get in, I'll be able to:
|Check out the Duomo.|
|Go on espresso dates.|
|Wait for the metro on my way to and from class.|
|Be one of those little figures walking around.|
|And visit all of these places on the weekends <3|
Now I wait.