Dream No More

A September afternoon I received a piece of mail

From a high school that could help me get a head start in creative writing.

I looked into it and decided I want to get visit this place

so early on a day in November I got ready with my mother

to go visit this school 3 hours away.

 

I got to see classrooms and meet the teachers.

I got to see how these people lived.

I got to see a beautiful campus that looked like it belonged in a book.

I got to also see my best friend that attends this school.

 

Time rolled on and I had to finish a short story and an essay on sweet iced tea,

they were due in January and I sent them in the day before.

My mom and I wanted patiently for a letter saying I got an interview

then for the time.

 

An early morning in February me and her woke up early once again

this time to drive only an hour.

I tried not to panic because this was the moment,

the moment that could decide were I go from there.

 

"Danica and Emily!" a woman yelled into the area we were all waiting.

Us three walked up the stairs

Up the stairs to the interview rooms.

"Residential" the woman said to me while pointing to a chair

"Good luck." the other girl said back to me as she and the woman walked away.

 

"Danica." and man said with his head poking out the door.

I stood and walked into the room.

The two interviewers introduced themselves and then the man started to ask questions

while the woman wrote down things.

Ten minutes and it was over

and to be honest

it went a lot better than I thought.

 

Now me and my mom had to wait several more hours

for a workshop were I got to show off my writing skills.

An hour we had to write and it didn't feel like enough.

 

Two months we had to wait for yet another letter.

This letter would say if I get out of my town

or not.

 

We waited

We waited impatiently.

I got home from school one day

and there it was

on the table.

I wanted to rip it open

but I had to wait for my mom to get home.

That was the scarcest hour of my life.

 

She finally got home.

I opened the letter.

We all expected it to say

"Congratulations! You have been accepted to the South Carolina Governor's School for the Arts and Humanities..."

But the words I saw were

"Thank you for you're interest in our school and we hope that your experience encourages you to go farther in life....we're sorry to inform you that you will not attend the SCGSAH."

Those were a string of words

I never wanted to see in my life.

 

If you look at it

Even though everyone says "They made a huge mistake." "You were too good." "They are crazy to not let you in."

I simply wasn't good enough

and I wished they would just admit it.

 

Looks like I'm stuck at my s****y high school

in a s****y town

in a s****y state

with s****y people

for another two years.

 

4/23/14

M.D