Last year's seniors at my school made it look easy. They applied. They got accepted. End of story. But I never realized all of the scholarship stuff. Financial aid. Worry over not getting in. And UNCW has been my dream since...since, well, I knew what "higher education" was. Everyone tells me I'll get in. For sure. I'm 62 in a class of 262, so that's something. My GPA is 3.89- also very good. STOP. SAT scores. ACT scores. Ha. Greaaat. And I'm the only one of my friends UBER stressing, because THEY got their ACCEPTANCE letters. Talk about irony.
No wonder my Public Speaking teacher assigned me an awards acceptance speech of either: "Negative Nancy Award" or "Most-Likely-to-Lose-Hair-Over-Worrying-About-Getting-Into-College".
Mr. Aviles has never been so right.
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