A Mere Detour on the Road of Life.

I didn't get accepted to Governor's School.

I'm not pissed. Not mad, angry, or even unhappy. I'm just slightly disappointed, that's all. It's one of those lessons you learn as you go through life: that if you plan your future based on assumptions, more than likely, your assumptions will fall through.

But that doesn't matter. Now, I can focus on being a Drum Major and going to Caswell and VBS and visiting colleges and all those other things that Governor's School would take away from me. Actually, if you think about it, it's better this way. Happier, probably. I'll get to meet more people and be with my family and go to church and do church trips like Atlanta and Caswell and not be cooped up at college for six weeks with a bunch of "open-minded" yet moderately judgemental people. And I get to go to Western for leadership camp and Drum Major camp (if I get the job).

So, no, I'm not sad. By closing this one door for me, God has showed me that there are so many others doors out there waiting to be opened.