Breaking all the rules

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What to talk about today…

You know, this whole blog thing is really just turning into one big personal conversation with myself (one that I don’t mind having btw).

I really don’t think anyone is reading these lol.

At any rate, I will keep writing, because I really do love this.

My laptop is running at a causal 10%, I have no charger, and no plan to write this post when I do have one.

So, here we go — head first into another rushed post.

Let’s see what happens.

I am writing this at my local university in a part of campus that I will never forget. I am sitting down in the cafeteria of my first year residence.

I try and come here whenever I can. It brings me back to a really great year of my life.

Since then, so much has changed — with that, lot’s has gotten better. However, I have always been a bit of a sucker for the past, so memories like the ones we created in first year are things I will forever try and hold onto.

In the spirit of first year, I figured this post would be a brilliant time for me to share a short story about how I actually go to into the university here.

I wasnt always supposed to come here — in fact, I was set to attend one of the best business schools in my country. I got in, moved in, and left after a week.

Everything about it seemed perfect, but, it just wasnt for me.

With that, I ended up taking a totally unplanned for year off between high school and university.

If you know me, you know that I will that year off as one of the best years of my life.

I just, I just learned so much in my time away from school.

At any rate, it was time to head back to school and i had already made plans to go to a different school with a friend of mine i had worked with during my year off.

Long story short, I got kicked out before i even got in. I missed this big payment i didnt know i needed to make and the school told me i couldnt live on campus because of it.

I was stubborn and didnt want to live off campus during my first year, so i revoked my acceptance from the school altogether.

This was in mid august, meaning it was 2 weeks before school was set to begin and i didnt even have a school to go to.

The fist thing i did was pick up the phone and start calling all of the schools that accepted me but I had declined earlier that year.

They all gave me the same run around — “you said no before, and now its too late, we are sorry but we cant do anything”.

I was stressed to say the least.

Then a friend of mine gave me this crazy ass idea to go to his school — a school i had never applied for , they didn’t know who i was, and who’s program was totally full.

Something got into me that made me pick up the phone and call.

So i called, and they said no (obviously).

But, I was at my ends, it was a few days before school was about to start and i needed something.

So, the next day, I called again.

They said no.

So, i called again.

They said no.

And, I called again.

They said no.

This went on for 5 consecutive days.

By the last day i had lost hope and enrolled in a local school that i did not have any interest in going to — it was a total last resort for me .

On the first day of attending that new local school, I remember being incredibly unhappy, so, on lunch, I decided to call that other school ONE MORE TIME.

I think it was a miracle because through a series of negotiations, i was in.

I did it.

There is so much more to the story I wish I could share, but, now my laptop is at 2% and in a desperate attempt to post this blog, I am going to end it there.

One day, i will make a video about it all — and trust me, you will be the first to know about it.

Until then, take with you this —

Break the rules.

They were meant to be pushed against, expanded, and you are always good enough for an exception to the rules.

If you really want something, you deserve to have it. So, go and get it.

Best Wishes,