divine intervention

What a relief! at least, I'm satisfied with my performance.

The last thing on my mind this afternoon before I napped was the Yale interview in the evening. Before that, I was noting down specific aspects of myself that I would like my Yale interviewer to know so I would be prepared for whatever questions she might ask. Somehow (probably after the UoC interview that I think I did badly) I dreaded the prospect of meeting a Yale alumni face to face. She's from Yale, I'm from Uniten. Get it? I felt agitated, but deep down there was this calm surrender to God and the knowledge that it doesnt matter how bad I mess it up because my chances aren't that good in the first place.

I woke up from my nap and the first thing I saw was the new key that my roommate handed me. On it were the words: For Yale. Random trick of fate? I don't know but it was amazing that those were the first words I see, because I certainly did not mention the interview to my roommate before. I choose to think of it as God's reassurance that everything will be fine, and it did turn out fine.

Come to think of it, I should've mentioned this incident during the interview. God's hands at work, don't you think?