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When I woke up my mind was filled with dread, my stomach had an uncomfortable  feeling that made me fidget around. I got an email on my phone that said "Apply for next semester now!" - NYU. Normally I would immediately started filling out the form, but  all these second thoughts started to race through my head. The feeling in my stomach got worse and the back of my throat felt dry.

I shut my laptop and walked away. I needed to think about it. Later that day something happened that changed the way I felt. Something that made me want to dance. Something that gave me a feeling, something I've never felt before. Not the feeling in my stomach, it was something else. I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew it wasn't a bad feeling. I just knew it. I went shopping that day, still thinking about submitting my application, when that feeling occurred.

It was an accident of course. It all started with an untied shoe lace. I was walking out of the store when I tripped over my shoelace and someone caught me. I guess I was nervous because I accidentally punched whoever caught me in the face. When I looked up I notice that whoever   caught me just saved me from a load of embarrassment. He had jet black hair and emerald green eyes. But unfortunately I didn't see who it was at first and the second my fist touched their nose I heard a shriek.  I never caught his name and when he asked me why I did that I made the mistake of quickly walking away.  

The guy probably thought I was a psycho but so what, I'll probably never see him again. The thing was, I felt bad. I mean should I feel bad? I didn't mean to sound like a jerk but he was kind of just a random stranger that caught me from spilling my coffee all over the floor. I wave of guilt and relief swept over me. As I opened up my computer I started to think about the application again. Hopefully when they look at my transcript, since I went there for two years before I dropped out, it was good enough so I could get into the college again.

After a night of thinking I finally decided I would submit my application in the morning. When I woke up I got onto my computer and took a long look at the form before submitting it. The second I submitted it a smile spread across my face. Well that was before a surge of nervousness crossed me. Why was I even excited? What if I didn't get in? All these questions swirled around in my mind. For some reason it all went back to the boy who I sorta kinda punched in the face.....I don't know why but the memory kept coming back.

The following week my electric bill came. I called the bank and said that I will be able to pay for it by Monday. That was all just a huge lie though. I knew I wouldn't be able to pay for it by then. Right now I only had $150.00 in my deposit. That was enough for lunch and dinner combined at the BBQ place across the street.

I binged watched Netflix for an hour before I went to bed. That night I had a dream about the guy who I mistakenly punched in the face. It was like I was being haunted by him. Probably because I walked away without saying a word. At least that's what I thought it was. Or maybe it was the fact that I had been thinking about him all day. Most likely both. My eyes stung from waking up. I slept in for another hour just because of how rough my day was going to be. Just waking up in general has always been a hassle. Well I guess I can't complain, this is much better then waking up at 4 in the morning to go to work at 5. All I could do was hope to get a part-time job while balancing out my school work, that is if I get in.