Sunday Morning

On Sunday morning I can always count on my mom to wake up struggling to unlock the door, with the tiny key. Normally the rattling door knob would scare me but I know that it's her. After I let her in I crawl in bed making sure I leave enough space for her to join me, she then says, "You have any plans today"
"No"
"You wanna go to breakfast"
"Sure"

Now this conversation normally varies based on certain events but that is the main conversation we have. See, Sunday Morning breakfast at June's dinner is a tradition for us. We always go at least once a weekend. We share stories about our  week, what happened on Saturday if either of us had gone out, etc. Last time she put me on a guilt trip when we were talking about college next year, "Who will I have breakfast with when you leave." That had to be the most hurtful thing she could have said. I already have anxieties about leaving her, but that was just the icing on the cake. Anyway, I have to go, she waiting for me to go to breakfast, now.

Get It Right

These next few lines kind of explain my life right now:

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things,
I just wanna fix it somehow.

But how many it times will it take?
How many times will it take for me?
To get it right​...


Shouldn't Be That Difficult

Today I had to be to work at 3pm. I got off at 10pm and didn't get home until 11:43pm. Something is definitely wrong with that. So because of that I don't really have the time to write the story and wanted to and to be honest I am just exhausted and I just want my credit for today. Maybe I'll have some better luck tomorrow :/

The mailbox...

I completely forget about it when I start to make my long journey home. Minding my own business while I listen to Adele to drawn out the screaming babies, and the loud conversation of the women behind. Looking out the window, I think about what I have to do for school, how hungry I am, or that funny joke Mr. Miles told about Andre today in class. Before I know it, my bus stop comes. I excuse myself through the long aisle of people on the bus, wishing I had gone out the back. I finally get off after thanking the bus driver, which most people normally don't do. I feel kind of bad for them, because I know how much I hate SEPTA and I can only imagine how bad they feel. So I hope that maybe my "thank you" will make them feel like someone appreciates their job, and understands their struggle. Anyway, the air has been colder these days, and the winds stronger, so I fight my way on the quick journey home. Then there it is, I see it as I arrive on my tiny block of Uber st. "Aww Man, I forgot" I whisper to myself. Stopping in my tracks I shortly contemplate turning back around, but then I remember it's after 7 and I can't use my transpass is up, I'm trapped so I must continue. Walking up the steps, I swear I hear that scary music that comes on right before you die in movies. I stick my arm out, and lift up the lid. Holding my breathe in fair of what I may find. I lean over and see..... A Vogue magazine, and a PECO bill. I breath out, "No rejections" I whisper to myself. I walk up the steps feeling a bit better then I did before. But oh no, I forgot about my email... To be continued...

omg its 11:14 . im glad i turned my head.... i think.

it almost slipped my mind , like everything else i dont care about.
i forgot i had to write.
i like writing though. but on my own time. when i feel like it ....you know?
half of the time im spending more time figuring out what i should write about rather than writing it.
story starts here :
but at this current moment , i would like to thank myself for turning around. i was about to steal . not just from anybody but from a loved one. :/ a family member. less than 6 minutes ago , i grabbed it . layed it down. felt on it . and then crept back into the room i found it in  and put it back. i wanted it . i needed it . not even for myself but for someone else. something made me put it back though besides the fact that i could just ask for it. i would be taking the easy route.  i have to face this fear soon, but if i would have stole this thing , i wouldnt even be afraid.

o well .
im still scared.
but at least i didnt steal this for the easy route.

defy gravity

watched myself float away,
fell apart while you smiled and waved.

dreams mean nothing if they never come true.
maybe that's why i never felt close to you.

stars wouldn't shine if no one was looking.
i couldn't breathe without something to keep me on the edge.

and i hope you get this in time.
enough to say you're coming back to save me again.

Skins

​My mom started watching the original Skins on netflix today. Eventually she got me to sit and watch it with her. We didn't think we would like it but we are big on watching british television. Things like Absolutely Fabulous, East Enders, Doctor Who and Being Human are common staples we like to watch. So far we have seen 4 episodes and are quite into it. I am pretty sure I wont watch the american version. Why? Simply because I never liked american remakes of any british shows. British humor is best kept as it is not remade.

The Break Up

It had the air of an awkward breakup. ​I expected outrage, or anger as I told my boss that I was quitting. For most, It's probably not a big deal, but this was my first real job and she had gone through great lengths to accommodate my schedule. It was particularly bad because one food runner had just taken a month off, and the company was only left with 2 others. A company, that which, without food runners, would not be able to function. But instead she looked at me with incredibly soft eyes and said "I'm sorry I need you to work." I was quitting in part because of the unpredictability of my schedule. Over the next month I have a barrage of college trips, vacations and birthdays, and I refuse to put this job over my life. I'm at a time now where school is the most important and these college trips will determine the rest of my life. Also, I have about another 4 months before the friends that I have enjoyed throughout my time in high school become a distant memory, and I am forced to explore the social obligations of college. I got firm with my boss, while retaining my apologetic tone and said "I'm sorry.. I just can't." I thought for sure this would anger her but again, she maintained those soft eyes and disappointed voice and just said "That's not nice." and walked away.

I cried today...

Onji, 

The admissions committee at New York University has carefully considered your application and supporting credentials, and it is with regret that I must inform you that we are unable to offer you admission to NYU this year.  I am so sorry about the disappointing news.

Please know that your application and supporting credentials were given full consideration.  As you likely suspect, we receive more applications from exceedingly qualified students than we are able to admit each year.  This year was no exception, as this was one of the most competitive admission processes in NYU’s history.  Unfortunately, even though students may be clearly competitive for admission based on their academic records and their test scores, we are only able to admit a fraction of qualified students given the space we have available in our classes at NYU.  Please know that whether or not you requested financial aid or on-campus housing did not factor into our decision-making process.

Given the volume of applications we receive each year – roughly 42,000 – please understand that we do not have an appeal process of any kind and we cannot reconsider your application this year.  You can certainly re-apply for admission as a transfer candidate, should you matriculate elsewhere next fall, but we cannot reconsider your application until then and we cannot evaluate any new credentials or materials at this time.

Again, I am sorry for the disappointing news.  My experience shows that the vast majority of students who are delivered similar news – myself included, as I was not admitted to my own first choice university more than 20 years ago – go on to be highly successful in their chosen fields of study.

On behalf of the NYU community, I wish you only the best as you continue your education.

Sincerely,

Shawn L. Abbott, Ed.D.
Assistant Vice President for Admissions

_____________________________________________________________

I was trying to get into my Temple account when I couldn't seem to log in. So I go to my e-mail to look for the e-mail that gave me my username and password, when I see I have 12 unread messages; one of which was from New York University - labeled "Your Admission Decision." Excitement surged through me, because this was it. This was what I'd been waiting for since December when I applied. Each day I thought, if not drooled over my future life in New York as NYU. And so I opened it. I read to "with regret," and my heart sank. First unsure how to take the heart stopping news, I continued to read down to the very last word, even though I knew what it would read. I had gotten the same letter from Villanova, but that was far less disappointing. After reading it I handed the computer to my sister for her to read. Then I turned and tears burned my eyes and washed my cheeks. I cried... a lot. Snowball came trotting over and jumped on my lap and tried to lick the tears away but I just laid her down and grabbed for my Kleenex. But no matter how many times I wiped the tears away, it didn't change the fact that my whole future has changed, whether for better or worse is irrelevant, it's how I'm suppose to plan my life from here on out. I was always the type to plan my future, or anything for that matter, but I'd only plan for the best outcome and never the a bad outcome be a reality. But now I know one of the most important lessons I could ever learn; plan for the best, the good, the bad, and the worst. That way, disappointment won't hurt nearly as bad.  

-Onji 

I cried today...

Onji, 

The admissions committee at New York University has carefully considered your application and supporting credentials, and it is with regret that I must inform you that we are unable to offer you admission to NYU this year.  I am so sorry about the disappointing news.

Please know that your application and supporting credentials were given full consideration.  As you likely suspect, we receive more applications from exceedingly qualified students than we are able to admit each year.  This year was no exception, as this was one of the most competitive admission processes in NYU’s history.  Unfortunately, even though students may be clearly competitive for admission based on their academic records and their test scores, we are only able to admit a fraction of qualified students given the space we have available in our classes at NYU.  Please know that whether or not you requested financial aid or on-campus housing did not factor into our decision-making process.

Given the volume of applications we receive each year – roughly 42,000 – please understand that we do not have an appeal process of any kind and we cannot reconsider your application this year.  You can certainly re-apply for admission as a transfer candidate, should you matriculate elsewhere next fall, but we cannot reconsider your application until then and we cannot evaluate any new credentials or materials at this time.

Again, I am sorry for the disappointing news.  My experience shows that the vast majority of students who are delivered similar news – myself included, as I was not admitted to my own first choice university more than 20 years ago – go on to be highly successful in their chosen fields of study.

On behalf of the NYU community, I wish you only the best as you continue your education.

Sincerely,

Shawn L. Abbott, Ed.D.
Assistant Vice President for Admissions
 

:D!

​There's so much goodyness going on in my life right now! Strong believer that things always gets better.

- I'm working with Sneaker Villa: Join the Movement for my capstone! Don't ask how or why, just know I know how to network my butt off.

- Wale is having a concert :D

- My grandma is moving back to Philly in April :D

- I'm getting my prom dress today, it's sex on a uhh stick? Anyway it's GORGEOUS.

- COLLEGE & GRADUATION is two months away.


LIFE IS GOOD.

Sleep overs

When I was at my church for the grand sleep over, it was the funniest thing in the world. Four of my little cousin are involved so when it came down to when a kid wouldn't share their toys or blanket some one was bound to say " Siiiiiiisssssssyyyyyy she wont share with me!". I It the most annoying thing that I could have ever witness, because it never ended through out the night. Then in my head, I'm just curious about what they expected me to do about it. The funniest  time was when my cousin was the first to fall asleep and she got whip cream all over her body. It was a pretty preachy night.

Friday: Papa Johns

​I'm going to make this quick I attempted to order food online but screwed it up by clicking too much shit. Then having to call to cancel it & tell them the correct order also I'm tired. Spending some quality time with my sister with movie & dinner in also gotta get my workout on tomorrow morning.

First College Visit

Yesterday I visited Penn State for the first time, while on my tour in the freezing cold many students were walking by going to their classes,dorms,etc. Even though every student seemed as if they were in a rush to get to their destination, nearly every walking by would chant, "We Are!". And the other students walking by would randomly respond by saying, "Penn State".