okay. So this afternoon I got the mail. The mail contained the "big envelope." This particular big envelope was green and orange. University of Miami. I had written it off. I had not yet visited it, deciding that if I got in there's no way I could go there with tuition being $48000 a year. I open the envelope. I've been accepted. Wahoo? I search the contents a little more, and a certificate falls out. A scholarship certificate. An anual scholarship of $24000. University of Miami is no longer just a dream, it's a possiblity. With this scholarship it makes UMiami only a few thousand more than Carolina. When I read the certificate, I cried. I was standing there, my mommy was hugging me in the kitchen, I squeak out an "ANNUALLY? that means every year? Am I reading this right?" in all seriousness. After shedding a few tears with my mom it began to sink in. I'm loving the idea of Miami more and more. Sure, I have to visit it and see if I like it. But it's got one of the best journalism schools in the country. Miami is home of the Miami Herald, afterall. The Miami Herald is an amazing newspaper, it's read by many foreign country's leaders, as well as being a McClatchy paper. I'd love any connections I could get with a McClatchy paper, hopefully to pursue my dream of eventually working for the N&O. And Miami is a real city. It's big. There's life there, creativity, people. I was born right outside of Miami. I could very well be going back. I love the hot. I always like it so much better than the cold. and now, U Miami is cheaper than U Maryland. U Miami is also 14 hours away from home... I wanted a fresh start, I wanted a fresh start sooo badly. No one else from RCHS is gonna go there. Maryland OR Miami. I don't know. I'm excited. Life is happenning I'm going to college SOON. within 6 months. On a completely unrelated note, Sam met my parents last night. My parents like him, which is a good sign so far. Then [because he doesn't have a car GRR] his dad came to pick him up. I don't know why, but I didn't expect him to actually come to the door. I was not expecting to meet his father. So, did I tell you guys that his parents thus far kindof aren't fond of me? I can't entirely say I blame them, I do have pink hair. Pink hair does not rub off well on parents. Oh and the fact that he's late like every time we're together, but I have no control over that, that's all him!! And they're so paranoid about teenage drivers to begin with, and once without thinking I kind of whipped out of the parking lot super fast because I was going to be late for the work and I'm fairly certain he saw it. Oh and Lucas, his little brother, is on the paper and I'm pretty much his boss and he kind of doesn't really like me, so I'm sure Lucas has said all sorts of bad stuff to his parents about me. So I'm terrified of his parents to begin with, right? I come downstairs last night with Sam, his dad's standing there talking to my parents, and get this: he never even aknowledges me. he greets Sam, talks to Sam, gives Sam eye contact, etc, and he won't even look at me. He never even introduces himself to me or ANYTHING the entire time! It's seriously like he was pretending there were only 4 people in the room! What did I do? and then of course I realize that I've got pink hair and that my shirt is pulled a little so it's kind of bare-shouldered and you can definitely see skin for an inch or so right above my hips, and I'm feeling horrid. But if I knew his Dad was going to be downstairs I probably would have checked myself or something. His parents are so controlling of him to begin with (even my mom thought so, so you know it's severe), and then I have Lucas to fight against, and I have pink hair, and I should have checked my damn clothes to make sure they were pulled to where they were supposed to be, and okay, maybe I did have makeout hair a little bit (but I thought I had fixed it to the point of it not looking different), and so now I'm pretty sure they don't like me. I don't get it... I mean, yeah, he's smarter than I am. But just because I applied to UNC when he applied to Harvard doesn't make me dumb, and it doesn't make me not good enough for him. Yesterday after school we were leaning against my car. His arm was around me, I was leaning on him, my arm on his back. I was perfectly content. Then he gets a text from his mother: "Unglue yourselves." Seriously? Okay so she could see us. But it's not like we were kissing. He just had his arm around me. And I mean... he would have come to her car soonish anyway. It's kind of funny though. Or it would be if I wasn't already under the impression that they hate me.