Nhớ Nguồn

Time to go again.

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat." T. Roosevelt

After a few months of home, I can't help but miss having my own space. And I don't mean to say that I don't have that now, just that there's something special about having a place that is yours . First night I spent here, I hooked my computer up to the TV and watched "500 Days of Summer." Yeah. Yeaaahhh... For many nights to come, that desk was my workstation. The design of that desk was terrible, though. Underneath it had a cross bar that was the exact height of my shins and I banged my legs against it more than once. The chair I had for the desk was also super uncomfortable to sit on. Very quickly I had to remedy that by sitting on a pillow, the gray dilapidated one in the middle of the couch.  And that bed, oh that bed. Best bed I've ever had. Roomy, warm, and best of all, it had that great soft headboard. What a perfect place to perch one's phone. I think it'll be a long time before I get another bed as nice as this one. Can...

Well, that's it. For the last three months, I had the chance to take my tests and write my applications differently. And do them right this time. Now, they're done, and there are no more chances. I did what I could, I just hope it was enough.