After five months of stress, of writing essays and rewriting essays, of horrible advisers and hours spent crying, of mania, of snapping at friends, of nail-biting and bad night's sleep, of "no, I can't, I have to work on my scholarship application," it has all come down to this day.
Twenty one days ago, I sent my work off into a sea of uncertainty and doubt, hoping it would wash ashore and get picked up as someone shouted "EUREKA! This is it!" But it came floating back to me. Back from whence it came.
Who has two thumbs and no longer has a chance at $30,000?
Claire is no longer in the running towards becoming America's Next Truman Scholar.