"Nothing," I said as I closed the empty mailbox. "The letter will probably be in tomorrow," I thought to myself as I went into the house. I went inside and thought of how long ago it seemed I had applied to NYU. I remembered filling in each question with concern and detail. The sleepless nights as I thought of what the letter would say when it came back. The memories went even farther back. At the age of 10 I began to dream of making films, yet over the years I thought the dream would be an impossibility and began thinking of starting my own rollerblading company named Lump. The dream also placed the company in California for two reasons. The skating scene there was huge, and the major place to make films was there as well. It wasn't until my senior year where I began to start believing that I would make it in the film industry.
"Wake up Pat, it's 11:30," I heard a voice say as I began to open my eyes. "Pat you did want to go to the bank today didn't you?" my mom said as she began to walk out the door. "I have to go to work right now, so make yourself a sandwich or something. I'll see you when I get home."
I quickly showered and dressed. As soon as I went outside a rush of warm weather swarmed my body instantly awaking me. The blue sky filled with the return of flying birds seemed to be alive. I walked down the hill with a smile on my face and tune in my ears. Days like this only came once in a lifetime.
As I returned from the bank I saw the mailman had come to my house. I gently lifted the mailbox and looked inside. I saw the letter clearly. It was from NYU. I quickly grabbed it and ran into the house. I neatly tore away the envelope making sure that I didn't rip it like all the other letters I opened, for this was no usual letter. This was the rest of my life. Everything I did in the past 17 years all came down to this moment. I took out the letter and read: "Dear Applicant, we are sorry to inform you that we could not accept you into New York University. This year over 30,100 people applied and due to those numbers even qualified applicants were turned down."
I saw a tear hit the page as it dropped to the floor, for days like this only came once a lifetime.