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               Ｗｈｅｎ               ｍｙ               ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ,               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ,               ｗａｓ               ｂｏｒｎ               ａｌｍｏｓｔ               ｎｉｎｅｔｅｅｎ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ａｇｏ,               ｍｙ               ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ａｔ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｆｅｅｔ               ａｎｄ               ｈａｎｄｓ               ａｎｄ               ｈａｄ               ｎｏ               ｃｌｕｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｈｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｇｒｏｗ               ｕｐ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｓｏ               ｉｎｄｅｐｅｎｄｅｎｔ               ａｎｄ               ｓｕｃｈ               ａ               "ｇｏ               ｇｅｔｔｅｒ".


               Ｓｈｅ               ｇｒａｄｕａｔｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｈｉｇｈ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｗｅｅｋｓ               ａｇｏ,               ｏｎ               Ｊｕｎｅ               2,               ｓｅｃｏｎｄ               ｉｎ               ｈｅｒ               ｃｌａｓｓ               ｏｆ               ｏｎｅ               ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ               ｆｏｒｔｙ-ｎｉｎｅ               ｓｔｕｄｅｎｔｓ.

Ｉ               ｋｎｅｗ               ｈｅｒ               Ｓｅｎｉｏｒ               ｙｅａｒ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｇｈ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｇｏ               ｂｙ               ｑｕｉｃｋｌｙ,               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｕｎｐｒｅｐａｒｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ｉｔ               ｚｉｐ               ｂｙ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｔｏｒｎａｄｏ               ｉｎ               ｏｕｒ               Ｅａｓｔ               Ｔｅｘａｓ               ｓｋｙ!
               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ａｐｐｌｙｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｕｎｉｖｅｒｓｉｔｉｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｓｃｈｏｌａｒｓｈｉｐｓ               ｉｎ               ｌａｔｅ               Ｓｅｐｔｅｍｂｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｗｏｒｋｅｄ               ｖｏｒａｃｉｏｕｓｌｙ               ａｔ               ｉｔ               ｕｐ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｉｄｄｌｅ               ｏｆ               Ｍａｙ!

Ｓｈｅ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｄｅｃｉｄｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｉｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｂｅｓｔ               ｔｏ               ｎｏｔ               "ｐｕｔ               ａｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｏｕｒ               ｅｇｇｓ               ｉｎ               ｏｎｅ               ｂａｓｋｅｔ",               ｓｏ               Ｉ               ｈｅｌｐｅｄ               ｈｅｒ               ａｐｐｌｙ               ｔｏ               ｅｉｇｈｔ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌｓ:               ｏｎｅ               ｐｒｉｖａｔｅ               ａｎｄ               ｔｗｏ               ｓｔａｔｅ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌｓ               ｉｎ               Ｔｅｘａｓ               ａｎｄ               ｆｉｖｅ               ｉｖｙ               ｌｅａｇｕｅ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｅａｓｔ               ｃｏａｓｔ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ａｃｃｅｐｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               Ｈｏｎｏｒｓ               Ｐｒｏｇｒａｍ               ａｔ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｒｅｅ               ｓｔａｔｅ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌｓ               ａｎｄ               ｗａｓ               ａｗａｒｄｅｄ               ｏｕｒ               ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ               Ｈｏｕｓｔｏｎ               Ｌｉｖｅｓｔｏｃｋ               Ｓｈｏｗ               ａｎｄ               Ｒｏｄｅｏ               Ｇｏ               Ｔｅｘａｎ               ｓｃｈｏｌａｒｓｈｉｐ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｍａｄｅ               ｐｌａｎｓ               ｔｏ               ａｔｔｅｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               Ｕｎｉｖｅｒｓｉｔｙ               ｏｆ               Ｔｅｘａｓ               ａｔ               Ａｕｓｔｉｎ,               ｂｕｔ               ｓｈｅ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｏｆｆｉｃｉａｌｌｙ               ｃｏｍｍｉｔ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｓｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｈｏｐｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ａｃｃｅｐｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ａ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｓｈｅ               ｈａｓ               ｈａｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｈｅａｒｔ               ｓｅｔ               ｏｎ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｔｉｍｅ:               Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｔｏｎ               Ｕｎｉｖｅｒｓｉｔｙ               ｉｎ               Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｔｏｎ,               Ｎｅｗ               Ｊｅｒｓｅｙ.
               Ｉ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙ               ｓｈｅ               ｔｏｌｄ               ｍｅ               ｓｈｅ               ｗａｎｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｔｏ               Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｔｏｎ.

Ｉ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｅｘａｃｔｌｙ               ｗｈａｔ               ｗｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｄｏｉｎｇ,               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ａｂｓｏｌｕｔｅｌｙ               ｓｈｏｃｋｅｄ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｏｔｔｏｍ               ｏｆ               ｍｙ               ｓｏｌｅｓ.
               "Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ,"               Ｉ               ｓａｉｄ               ｓｌｏｗｌｙ.

"Ｗｅ               ｃａｎ'ｔ               ａｆｆｏｒｄ               ａ               ｐｌａｃｅ               ｌｉｋｅ               Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｔｏｎ!"
               "Ｍｏｍ,               Ｉ'ｖｅ               ｄｏｎｅ               ｍｙ               ｒｅｓｅａｒｃｈ.

Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｔｏｎ               ｏｎｌｙ               ａｃｃｅｐｔｓ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｓｅｖｅｎ               ｐｅｒｃｅｎｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ａｐｐｌｉｃａｎｔｓ,               ｂｕｔ               ｉｆ               Ｉ               ｍａｎａｇｅ               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               ａｃｃｅｐｔｅｄ,               ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｂｅ               ｔａｋｅｎ               ｃａｒｅ               ｏｆ."
               Ｉ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｈｅｒ               ａｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｗｏｒｄ.

Ｉ               ｋｎｏｗ               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ,               ａｎｄ               ｉｆ               ｓｈｅ               ｓａｉｄ               ｓｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｄｏｎｅ               ｈｅｒ               ｒｅｓｅａｒｃｈ,               ｔｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｋｎｅｗ               ｓｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｄｏｎｅ               ｉｔ               ｗｅｌｌ.

Ｗｅ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｐｒｏｃｅｓｓ               ｏｆ               ａｐｐｌｙｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌｓ,               ａｎｄ               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ               ｗｒｏｔｅ               ｅｓｓａｙ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ｅｓｓａｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗａｓ               ｒｅｑｕｉｒｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌｓ.

Ｓｏｍｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌｓ               ｒｅｑｕｉｒｅｄ               ｆｏｕｒ,               ｍａｙｂｅ               ｆｉｖｅ,               ｆａｉｒｌｙ               ｔｈｏｒｏｕｇｈ               ｅｓｓａｙｓ               ａｎｄ               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ               ｃａｍｅ               ｈｏｍｅ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ａｎｄ               ｗｏｒｋ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔａｙｅｄ               ｕｐ               ｍａｎｙ               ｎｉｇｈｔｓ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｍｉｄｎｉｇｈｔ               ｔｒｙｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｏｎ               ｔｉｍｅ.

Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｄｅｆｉｎｉｔｅｌｙ               ｐｒｏｕｄ               ｏｆ               ｈｅｒ               ｈａｒｄ               ｗｏｒｋ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｆｕｌ               ｊｏｂ               ｓｈｅ               ｄｉｄ               ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｐａｐｅｒｓ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｈａｓ               ａ               ｗａｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｗｏｒｄｓ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ               ｓｕｂｍｉｔｔｅｄ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｅｑｕｉｒｅｄ               ｐａｐｅｒｗｏｒｋ               ａｎｄ               ｎｏｗ               ｗｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ａｌｌ               ｉｎ               ｌｉｍｂｏ,               ｈａｖｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｗａｉｔ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｌａｔｅ               Ｍａｒｃｈ               ｔｏ               ｓｅｅ               ｗｈｅｔｈｅｒ               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ａｃｃｅｐｔｅｄ               ｂｙ               Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｔｏｎ               ｏｒ               ａｎｙ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｉｖｙ               ｌｅａｇｕｅ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌｓ.

Ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ,               ｗｅ               ｇｏｔ               ａｎ               ｅｍａｉｌ               ｓａｙｉｎｇ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｈｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｎｏｔｉｆｉｅｄ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｅｃｉｓｉｏｎ               ｏｎ               Ｍａｒｃｈ               29ｔｈ.
               Ｍａｒｃｈ               29ｔｈ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｖｅｒｙ               ｂｕｓｙ               ｄａｙ.

Ｎｏｔ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ               ｏｐｅｎ               ａｎ               ｅｍａｉｌ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｅｉｔｈｅｒ               ｌｅａｖｅ               ｈｅｒ               ｅｌａｔｅｄ               ｏｒ               ｈｅａｒｔ               ｂｒｏｋｅｎ,               ｓｈｅ               ａｌｓｏ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｍａｊｏｒ               ｐｅｒｆｏｒｍａｎｃｅ               ａｓ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔａｒｓ               ｉｎ               ｈｅｒ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌｓ               Ｏｎｅ               Ａｃｔ               Ｐｌａｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｎｉｇｈｔ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｍａｄｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｓｅ               ｄｅｃｉｓｉｏｎ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｈｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｏｐｅｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｍａｉｌ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｌａｙ               ｂｕｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｗａｉｔ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｓｈｅ               ｇｏｔ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｎｉｇｈｔ.

Ｉ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｈｏｗ               ｓｔｒｅｓｓｆｕｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｎｔｉｒｅ               ｄａｙ               ｗａｓ.

Ｉ               ａｍ               ａ               ｔｅａｃｈｅｒ,               ａｎｄ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｄｉｆｆｉｃｕｌｔ               ｋｅｅｐｉｎｇ               ｍｙ               ｍｉｎｄ               ｏｎ               ｍｙ               ｓｔｕｄｅｎｔｓ               ａｎｄ               ｌｅｓｓｏｎｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｄａｙ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｄｒｅａｄｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｍｅｎｔ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｍｙ               ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｂｅ               ｃｒｙｉｎｇ               ｕｎｃｏｎｓｏｌｅａｂｌｙ.


               Ｔｈｅ               ｐｌａｙ               ｗａｓ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｆｕｌ,               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ａｄｄｉｔｉｏｎａｌ               ｐｒｅｓｓｕｒｅ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｗｅ               ｌｅａｒｎｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｏｇｒａｍ               ｎｏｔ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｔｏｌｄ               ａｂｏｕｔ               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ'ｓ               Ｔｈｅａｔｅｒ               ａｃｃｏｍｐｌｉｓｈｍｅｎｔｓ               ｂｕｔ               ａｌｓｏ               ａｎｎｏｕｎｃｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｈｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｌｅａｒｎ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｅ               ａｄｍｉｓｓｉｏｎ               ｌａｔｅｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｅｖｅｎｉｎｇ.
               Ｗｅ               ａｒｒｉｖｅｄ               ｈｏｍｅ               ａｎｄ               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｈｅｒ               ｂｅｄｒｏｏｍ               ｔｏ               ｃｈｅｃｋ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｍａｉｌ               ａｌｏｎｅ.

Ｔｈａｔ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｙ               ｓｈｅ               ｗａｎｔｅｄ               ｉｔ,               ｓｏ               ｈｅｒ               ｄａｄ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｓａｔ               ｑｕｉｅｔｌｙ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｓｔａｒｉｎｇ               ａｔ               ｅａｃｈ               ｏｔｈｅｒ.

Ｗｅ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｄｏｏｒ               ｏｐｅｎ               ａｎｄ               ｓｈｅ               ｃａｍｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｒｏｏｍ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｏｐｅｎｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｍａｉｌ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｈａｒｖａｒｄ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ａｎｄ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｒｅｊｅｃｔｅｄ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏｏｍ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｄｏｏｒ               ｏｐｅｎｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｓｈｅ               ｃａｍｅ               ｏｕｔ               ａｇａｉｎ.

Ｄａｒｔｍｏｕｔｈ               ｈａｄ               ａｃｃｅｐｔｅｄ               ｈｅｒ,               ａｎｄ               ｓｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｗａｉｔｌｉｓｔｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               Ｂｒｏｗｎ               Ｕｎｉｖｅｒｓｉｔｙ.

Ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｓｈｅ               ｗｅｎｔ.

Ａ               ｍｏｍｅｎｔ               ｌａｔｅｒ               ｓｈｅ               ｃａｍｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｏｕｔ.

Ｈｅｒ               ｅｘｐｒｅｓｓｉｏｎ               ｗａｓ               ｔｏｔａｌｌｙ               ｕｎｒｅａｄａｂｌｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｈａｎｄｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｅｘｔｅｎｄｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｈｅｒ               ｓｉｄｅ               ａｓ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈ               ｔｏ               ａｓｋ               "Ｗｈａｔ?".
               "Ｉ'ｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ａｃｃｅｐｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｔｏｎ!"               ｓｈｅ               ｗｈｉｓｐｅｒｅｄ               ｂｒｅａｔｈｌｅｓｓｌｙ.

"Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｔｏｎ               ａｃｃｅｐｔｅｄ               ｍｅ."
               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｐｒｅｐａｒｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｅａｒｓ               ｉｆ               ｓｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｒｅｊｅｃｔｅｄ,               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｔｏｔａｌｌｙ               ｕｎｐｒｅｐａｒｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｅａｒｓ               ｉｆ               ｓｈｅ               ｄｉｄ.

Ｗｅ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｄｉｄ               ｆｉｎｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｗｈｅｔｈｅｒ               Ｃｏｌｕｍｂｉａ               ａｃｃｅｐｔｅｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｏｒ               ｎｏｔ.

Ｉ'ｍ               ｎｏｔ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｓｕｒｅ               ｉｆ               ｓｈｅ               ｃｈｅｃｋｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｍａｉｌ.

Ｗｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ａｌｌ               ａｂｓｏｌｕｔｅｌｙ               ｓｔｕｎｎｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｆｅｗ               ｄａｙｓ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｈａｒｄ               ｔｏ               ｃｏｍｐｒｅｈｅｎｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｔｉｎｙ,               ｐｅｔｉｔｅ               ｙｏｕｎｇ               ｌａｄｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅ               ｈａｄ               ｎｕｒｔｕｒｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｅｉｇｈｔｅｅｎ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｗａｓ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｏ               ｌｅａｖｅ               ｕｓ               ａｎｄ               ｇｏ               ｌｉｖｅ               ａｌｍｏｓｔ               ｔｗｏ               ｔｈｏｕｓａｎｄ               ｍｉｌｅｓ               ａｗａｙ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｐａｒｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｗｅ               ｈａｄ               ｎｏ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ,               ｎｏ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｎｏ               ａｃｑｕａｉｎｔａｎｃｅｓ.
               Ｉｎ               Ａｐｒｉｌ,               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｏｆｆ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ａｎｄ               ｗｏｒｋ               ａｎｄ               ａｔｔｅｎｄｅｄ               ａ               ｔｈｒｅｅ-ｄａｙ               Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｔｏｎ               Ｐｒｅｖｉｅｗ.

Ｔｈａｔ               ｖｉｓｉｔ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｍａｔｕｒｉｔｙ               ａｎｄ               ｃａｌｍｎｅｓｓ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ               ｓｈｏｗｅｄ               ｗｈｉｌｅ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｌｉｇｈｔ               ａｎｄ               ｔｒａｉｎ               ｔｒｉｐ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｃａｍｐｕｓ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｈｅｌｐｅｄ               ｒｅｌｉｅｖｅ               ｍｙ               ｍｉｎｄ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｌｐｅｄ               ｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｐｌａｃｅ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｔｒｕｌｙ               ｆｅｅｌ               ｃｏｍｆｏｒｔａｂｌｅ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｈｅｒ               ａｔｔｅｎｄｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ.

Ａｂｓｏｌｕｔｅｌｙ               ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ               ｗｅ               ｍｅｔ               ｗａｓ               ｓｏ               ｎｉｃｅ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｌｐｆｕｌ,               ｎｏｔ               ｏｎｌｙ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｂｕｔ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｎｅｗａｒｋ               Ａｉｒｐｏｒｔ,               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｕｒ-ｌｏｎｇ               ｔｒａｉｎ               ｒｉｄｅ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｃａｍｐｕｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｔａｘｉｓ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｕｓｅｄ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               Ｉ               ｄｅｃｉｄｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｉｎｄｅｐｅｎｄｅｎｔ               ａｎｄ               ｇｅｔ               ａ               ｒｅｎｔａｌ               ｃａｒ.
               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ               ｈａｓ               ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ               ｍａｋｉｎｇ               ｈｅｒ               ｃｕｓｔｏｍａｒｙ               ｌｉｓｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｐｒｅｐａｒｅｄ               ｔｏ               ａｔｔｅｎｄ               Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｔｏｎ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｌｌ.

Ｉ               ｃａｔｃｈ               ｈｅｒ               ｑｕｉｔｅ               ｆｒｅｑｕｅｎｔｌｙ               ｎｏｗ               ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ               ａｔ               ｍｅ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｏｏｋ               ｓｈｅ               ｉｓ               ｒｅａｄｉｎｇ               ｏｒ               ｇｌａｎｃｉｎｇ               ａｔ               ｍｅ               ｄｕｒｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｓｔ               ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ               ｐａｒｔ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｍｏｖｉｅ               ｓｈｅ               ａｂｓｏｌｕｔｅｌｙ               ｌｏｖｅｓ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｌｏｏｋ               ｉｓ               ｗｉｓｔｆｕｌ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｋｎｏｗｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｖｅｒｙ               ｓｏｏｎ               ｓｈｅ               ｉｓ               ｇｏｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｓａｙ               ｇｏｏｄ-ｂｙｅ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｋｎｏｗｓ               ｗｈａｔ               ａｎｄ               ｗｈｏｍ               ｓｈｅ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｂｅ               ｌｅａｖｉｎｇ,               ａｎｄ               ｉｔ               ｈａｓｎ'ｔ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｅａｓｙ.

Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｈａｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｔｅａｒｓ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｋｎｏｗｓ,               ｔｈｏｕｇｈ,               ｔｈａｔ               Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｔｏｎ               ｉｓ               ａ               ｃｈａｎｃｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｈｅ               ｃａｎ'ｔ               ｐａｓｓ               ｕｐ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｈａｓ               ａ               ｄｒｅａｍ               ｏｆ               ｍａｊｏｒｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               Ｉｎｔｅｒｎａｔｉｏｎａｌ               Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ               ａｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ａ               ｆｏｒｅｉｇｎ               ｓｅｒｖｉｃｅ               ｏｆｆｉｃｅｒ               ｓｏｍｅｄａｙ.

Ｗｈｏ               ａｍ               Ｉ               ｔｏ               ｓｔａｎｄ               ｉｎ               ｈｅｒ               ｗａｙ?

Ｈｅｒ               ｆａｔｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｓｕｐｐｏｒｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｗｅ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｈａｖｅ,               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｉｓ               ｗｈａｔ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ               ｄｏ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎ.

Ｈｅｒ               ｂｏｙｆｒｉｅｎｄ               ｈａｓ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｓｕｐｐｏｒｔｉｖｅ.

Ｈｅ               ｔｏｌｄ               ｈｅｒ,               "Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ,               ｗｈｙ               ａｒｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｃｒｙｉｎｇ?

Ａｎｙｏｎｅ               ｅｌｓｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｊｕｍｐｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ａｎｄ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｆｏｒ               ｊｏｙ               ａｔ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ａｃｃｅｐｔｅｄ."               Ｓｈｅ               ｉｓ               ｊｏｙｏｕｓ               ａｎｄ               ｓｈｅ               ｉｓ               ｓｏ               ｅｘｃｉｔｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｆａｃｅ               ｌｉｇｈｔｓ               ｕｐ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｓｈｅ               ｔａｌｋｓ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｆｕｔｕｒｅ               ｐｌａｎｓ               ｏｆ               ｇｏｉｎｇ               ｏｎ               ｔｏ               Ｇｅｏｒｇｅｔｏｗｎ               Ｕｎｉｖｅｒｓｉｔｙ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅｃｏｍｉｎｇ               ａｎ               ｉｎｔｅｒｎ               ｉｎ               Ｗａｓｈｉｎｇｔｏｎ,               Ｄ.Ｃ.

Ｂｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｃｔ               ｉｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｈｅ               ｋｎｏｗｓ               ｗｈａｔ               ｓｈｅ               ｈａｓ               ｔｏ               ｌｅａｖｅ               ｂｅｈｉｎｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｍｅｎｔ.

Ｌｉｆｅ               ｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓ               ｇｉｖｅｓ               ｕｓ               ｈａｒｄ               ｄｅｃｉｓｉｏｎｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｗｅ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｅｓｔ               ｏｆ               ｉｔ.


               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ'ｓ               ｊｏｕｒｎｅｙ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ａｐｐｌｉｃａｔｉｏｎｓ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｓｕｃｃｅｓｓ               ｈａｓ               ｈａｄ               ｍａｎｙ               ｐｏｓｉｔｉｖｅ               ｉｍｐａｃｔｓ               ｉｎ               ｏｕｒ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｃｏｍｍｕｎｉｔｙ               ａｎｄ               ｉｎ               ｏｕｒ               ｃｏｕｎｔｙ.

Ｓｅｖｅｒａｌ               ｓｔｕｄｅｎｔｓ               ｉｎ               ｈｉｇｈ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ａｎｄ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｉｎ               ｍｉｄｄｌｅ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｏｌｄ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ａｐｐｌｙ               ｔｏ               ｉｖｙ               ｌｅａｇｕｅ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌｓ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｌｉｋｅ               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ               ｄｉｄ.

Ｉｔ               ｈａｓ               ｍａｄｅ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｉｎ               ｏｕｒ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ               ｉｓ               ｉｍｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｅ               ｉｆ               ｙｏｕ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｗａｎｔ               ｉｔ               ｂａｄｌｙ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ａｎｄ               ｉｆ               ｙｏｕ               ａｒｅ               ｗｉｌｌｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｈａｒｄ               ｔｏ               ａｃｈｉｅｖｅ               ｉｔ!
               Ｉ'ｍ               ｈａｐｐｙ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｙ               ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｂｅ               ｈｅｒ               ｃｈｅｅｒｌｅａｄｅｒ               ｒｅａｄｙ               ｔｏ               ｇｉｖｅ               ｅｎｃｏｕｒａｇｅｍｅｎｔ               ａｓ               ｎｅｅｄｅｄ.

Ｉ               ｈａｖｅ               ｎｏ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｃｒｙ               ｎｏｗ.

Ａｆｔｅｒ               ｓｈｅ               ｌｅａｖｅｓ,               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅａｒｓ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｐｒｏｂａｂｌｙ               ｃｏｍｅ.

Ｂｕｔ               ｎｏｔ               ｎｏｗ.

Ｗｅ               ｈａｖｅ               ｐｌａｎｓ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ.







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