I wrote this first on Facebook and because I liked it I thought I’d post it here, too!
I wanted to post this two days ago, but of course I didn’t have time (
Anyway just pretend to read this like it’s the 30th of October and everything should be okay.. (?)
It was half past three p.m on August 30th and I was doing the suffering subject that is mathematics. The day before I had been in Milan to do the English test that would have decided my admission to the program to study in the United States; I put so much concentration in it that I thought my mind was going to explode and that I was going to be (almost!) disgusted by English from now on. Before I left, they told me that I would have known the test result in a week. Instead the result arrived the day after (from which today [
remember that I wanted to post this on October the 30th] has passed exactly two months); my mom nonchalantly put on my maths notebook (where I was solving a damn problem about the ellipse) the Ipad opened to the email in which it was written that I made it.
We are happy to inform you that Giulia has successfully passed the admission test for the school semester in the United States.
I cried not only for several hours, but every time I communicated the news to someone so that she/him could share that joy with me.
Then I started to think that if someone had told me that I would have gone to the USA eight months ago, when the email that arrived was completely different and disappointing, I would never have believed it.
But most of all, I thought that Oscar Wilde was right:
It’s important to have dreams big enough not to lose sight when we pursue them.