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I’m so Moving on Yeahhh

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I’m human. I get sad, angry, and so on. I think one of the worst things I do is doubt myself. I was hesitant about using this as my essay for getting accepted to my school choice but figured “Why not, this is me. Unapologetic and honest”. After five weeks of waiting, being me paid off. Even if I suck at plenty of things like relationships, math, physics and a million other things at least I know I got to where I am by doing it my way.

While talking to my academic adviser /life coach/ professor, Ed Ackerman about my anxiety of moving away from my current location I brought up another one of my assumed faults: being impatient. Ed just smiled and said “that’s the charm about you, that’s how you get things done”.

So if patience is a virtue, and I do not have patience I am not virtuous… at least in that aspect, but at least I get things done.

Getting accepted in to Arcadia or any four year school has been a dream of mine for a long time, and now I can say I’ve accomplished that. Taking everything in to consideration I’m still scared shitless. Let’s be honest, I do enjoy being close to my hometown, but there’s nothing for me here. I like going outside of my comfort zone, changing up routines, and having a good laugh whenever possible.

Here’s the essay I submitted to Arcadia:

The main reason I want to attend Arcadia is to separate myself from the depression of living in a once flourishing area. Sure in the heyday, Northeastern Pennsylvania was one Hell of a place to live but now it’s filled with one dead end job after another.

I won’t say that living in the Wilkes-Barre/Hazleton is all bad. Most of the people are very hard working, and drinking neither of which are bad in moderation. Both of my parents are highly motivated and passed on that gift to me.

The borough in particular that I live in is your typical small town. You cannot so much as take your trash out without someone seeing you and forget making a last minute grocery store run in your pajamas. I swear as soon as the neighbors know you are not dressed to impress everyone from your second grade teacher to your ex best friend’s cat groomer knows you went out looking like a mess.

I want to be able to go “grocery shopping in my pajamas” so to speak, and such a populated area so far away from the place I have called home most of my life, Arcadia University will allow me to do so.

I know I am one of very few registered Democrats in the quiet suburb that is Conyngham. Everyone acts so entitled because they married someone with a strong Italian last name or one of the political talking heads that have yet to be busted for corruption. As for me, I live and let live. Who am I to judge what is wrong and right when I myself am finding out the difference between morally “right” and what the “good book” says.

Aside from that, the amount of narrow minded beings that live in my general vicinity is downright absurd. Immigrants are not to blame for all of the world’s problems but many think they are. The saddest part is that most of them are immigrants themselves.

Upon my travels up and down the East Coast, I found that not everyone thinks so negatively. Maybe I am just a big fish in a small narrow pond, but I look at my education, journalism background and Arcadia as my way out.

Also, the fact that because I am a Phi Theta Kappa member and I get a hefty scholarship makes the burden of paying for my schooling a bit easier.

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You Can’t Always Get What you Want… but if you try Sometimes…

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Life has a funny way of making that very clear to me.  Maybe Morgan Freeman said it best in Bruce Almighty when he rattled off something like “when we ask God for strength does he just hand it to us, or does he give us opportunities to be strong.”

I for one am one of those people that if something is “too easy” there has to be something wrong. As time has gone on, I realized that the “easy” times are the silver linings to a hectic thing called life and to not take them for granted.

No matter what, I am always going to have the complex of “too good to be true” but after the newness wears off and the blinding gold flakes off, nothing is perfect.

Never did I think that at 20 years old I would be engaged to be married. I also didn’t think that a month later I would be single. For a while I thought that would be the emotional death of me and for a week or so that was true. Then I got over it.

Some dream of the Hollywood romance a la “The Notebook” and Disney movies, and wait around for their literal or figurative prince charming. Are there many women out there that would really fight for love like that? If you have to fight for it was it meant to be in the first place?

Sure there were signs my relationship would not work out but I just wanted so badly to have the “happily ever after”… but that happens at the end of the story and I’m not even close to being finished with my accomplishments.

I look at it as the higher power’s way of proving to me just how strong I am and that he wasn’t my Prince Charming.

“The best part of breaking up is finding someone else you can’t get enough of.”- Liz Phair

Even though I think I don’t need anyone… deep down I want someone who laughs at my stupid jokes that I can call “mine.” In the meantime I’ll continue doing my thing and focusing on other things I think I need… like another shade of red lipstick.