The Fateful Letter

Today was the day. I've been planning my life around this single decision for the past year and a half, and today was the day I finally got to find out if the plan was going to work. I practically ran across campus to pick up my letter and thought I'd die of a heart attack before the elevator would reach the 4th floor of the humanities building. The moment I had the envelope in my hands I had to fight the sudden urge to rip it open right then and there to discover my fate. But I prevailed. I walked with an eerie calmness all the way back to the library where I was supposed to be working, went back into my office, and sat down in a chair. Waiting. I sat there for what seemed like a really long time, wondering if I really wanted to open it, wondering what I really wanted the letter to tell me. Never, in my entire life, has one envelope held so much of my future. One thin white paper envelope. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore. I began ripping the careful seal and pulled out the letter. Even then I hesitated. Why? I couldn't tell you. Maybe because I honestly didn't know what I wanted. So there the letter was folded up. Waiting. When I opened it I couldn't stop my eyes from scanning the entire length of the page, looking for key words like congratulations or accepted. My search was not in vain. There in the very first lines were those exact words. I had been accepted. The dream of the last two years is realized as I'm given legitimate permission to pursue my degree in English Teaching. Hello fate, so glad you stopped by today. Thanks so much for the visit, and don't take so long to get here next time!