“Thanks, Linus.”

My last night in Prague, as I laid awake listening to my cousin flush the toilet a million times (but never get in the shower! grrr! {don't ask!}), a horrible thought occurred to me: I applied to one college.  Only one.
What's going to happen, I asked myself, if I don't get accepted to that college?  What am I going to do?  I have no other plan!
At that point I didn't even want to think about it anymore.... So I didn't.  Until a few days later, that is, when I was back home and talking to Christi.
"So you only applied to Point Loma?" she questioned conversationally.
"Yeah," I replied.
"What if you don't get in?" she wondered.
"Yeah, I was thinking about that in Prague," I admitted. "And I realized I had no backup plan."
"You know, I had a friend who applied to only Point Loma," Christi informed me. "And she had a decent GPA and SAT scores, and one of her sisters went there and everything, and she still didn't get in!"
"Thanks, Christi," I said, very gratefully.

Now I don't really worry about things, so I wasn't really all that worried.  But I will admit that a small weight was lifted from my mind this afternoon when I arrived home from school to find my acceptance letter.

Yeah, just think folks: Now I get to blow my entire bank account to throw away four more years of my life in a classroom.  Could life be better?

Just kidding!  I'm actually quite pleased!