On April 3rd, I got my pre-rejection letter from the school I wanted to go to, telling me I had been placed on the waiting list. My heart stopped, my body froze, and my mind stalled. This was not part of the plan.
The world was over, my life would never be the same. If not this, then what was left?
I cried for nine hours that day.
But I also voted for the first time that afternoon, deciding that that little piece of paper wasn't going to take everything away from me. And the man I wanted to be village president won.
And then I went to school the next day, because the world didn't just go ahead and end when I wanted it to.
Now I'm commuting to school, and in some ways life is better than it ever could have been if I had been accepted. But I'm reapplying anyway.
Jessica {jessicagwynn@hotmail.com} 1 Jan 2002
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| 2001 could have been better. A lot better.
The breakup with Sarah is thing that keeps bouncing back, more than any of the job difficulties I had prior to November, or getting stuck in the US during the whole terrorist attack situation.
She lives 5000 miles away from me, I had no chance of moving there, and she either couldn't or wouldn't move here - when she was here early in 2001 she told me she didn't like Dublin. She had her good points, but she had her bad ones too. I know that it was same with me - I had my good and bad points.
I acted like a total ass because I didn't know how else to act. I suppose it seemed like a good idea at the time, that I could drive her away - she'd have a better reason not to like me.
I think I did the right thing in ending it, but I ended it the wrong way - I didn't love her anymore. Do you fall out of love, or just stop loving? I've wondered about that since, but I've never found an answer - maybe there is no one set answer.
tomcosgrave {tom@tomcosgrave.com} 1 Jan 2002
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I woke up shaking. The truth of her voice was enough to make me cry. So delicate as she lay next to me and all the time its possible that she was not really there. We became close. We let go of all the others glares. It was simple. Like a boy and a girl. Illustrated as a stick figure slightly risen on top of skin. We shared a love and held hands as we walked in the snow. A kiss on a corner in NYC really can not be explained. I watched her leave, turning slowly going back to where she was from. April showers forgot May flowers, but for me that dream created a smile.
JAred {wildchyld82@hotmail.com} 1 Jan 2002
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| The third week of April, 2001: those few days in which I met, started working with, and fell in love with the man who will be my husband. At the age of 27 I had almost given up on ever finding someone to share my life and love, as I had never been in any kind of relationship my entire life.
And they say that when you stop looking is when you find what you were looking for in the first place.
Four days in April was all it took for me to find happiness for the rest of my life.
Sarah {snerdie@hotmail.com} 2 Jan 2002
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In April i decided to break up with the girl/woman i had been hanging out with for the last two months. I realized that she wasn't what I wanted - in fact she was quite terrifying... So I broke up with her, and went skiing for Easter. (A lot of Norwegians do so at this time of the year.)
And then I met Christine. Again I might ad. I had known her for a few months, and found her very attractive, but due to several other dimensions in my complex love life at the moment I met her, I didn't pursue the great lead she actually was. This was in December 2000, and now we were in April 2001. She was still single, but her interest in me had chilled down.
So I did my best to get her interested again. Invited her to dinner, and then one thing lead to another: We are now living together, and I realize that this is the woman I want to spend my life with.
On our 1 year anniversary I'm going to ask her to be my wife...
Life turned out quite nice i April 2001. At least for me...
a/
Andreas 7 Jan 2002
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| A family member got a clean bill of health, thank God.
In April I lost my job, another victim of the dot.com.bust. After a week of cursing out those to whom I gave almost three years and feeling betrayed, I got over it.
And I rediscovered my confidence, long since MIA since my freshman year of college. I finally felt that yes, I know what I'm talking about, to feel worthy of the jobs I was persuing. I bought a new suit, a new pair of shoes, and set out.
One {one@absquatulate.com} 8 Jan 2002
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i never thought that i'd actually do anything about the little crush. i kinda thought that she had one on me. turns out that i was crushing on her. so i invited her back to my place... and there realised that years of my ex-boyfriend's porn was under my bed because i liked it, not because it was too embarassing to throw away.
she was beautiful and too young and drank too much. but when i kissed her i felt like i'd finally learned the dance steps. being with her was like finally understanding the rhythm i'd been missing for so many years. a strangely overwhelming feeling of right-ness.
so, a few weeks before my 25th birthday, i came out, i told everyone i cared about, everyone who cared about me; and nobody but me was surprised.
misslissa {hey_english@hotmail.com} 15 Jan 2002
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| I went to varsity and left all my friends behind. I was depressed. I felt that I was letting go of all that I held dear and everything just seemed painful. I wondered why I had grown so sentimental so suddenly. I remembered how we all swore to keep in touch and how few of us actually stick to that promise.
And just now I found out that the only person I ever loved is leaving for good. 2001 wasn't the best.
trc 18 Jan 2002
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