Change.

There is a Spring thunderstorm commencing outside.
Spring.
Thunderstorm.
Warmth.
Sunlight.
Grass.

All that good stuff. I'm going to try not to worry right now.
I'm going to try to just...Be.

"This too shall pass."

That's what Ms. Smith-Walker told me today. And you know what? She's completely right. Who cares if I get into NYU or not? Who cares if I ace that next test? Who cares if I didn't get showcase? Who cares? I'm alive.

What's that one song? "So good to be alive in such a hazardous world."

Yeah. I am alive. I have food. I have family. I have so, so many great friends. I have a future; but more importantly, I have a present.

So what if I have to go to MSU? Their journalism program is fantastic and I'll practically be getting paid to go there for two years. How many kids can say that?

I will succeed. I choose to succeed. No matter where I go, no matter where life may lead me: I am choosing to succeed.

And now, I will go shower and listen to The One AM Radio's CD, "This Too Will Pass." It's so curious that I got it today, before I knew that anything that happened today was going to. Before Ms. Smith-Walker uttered those same words to me. Before my change of mind.

It makes me sit back and whisper, "Busy, busy, busy."