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It is very hard to hold in a scream.
Throw in an ever increasing heart rate and you'll get a walking timebomb. Hwey suggested, a timebomb with feet. That's funny.
I woke up to the very shocking news of having to go for an interview with the scholarship board tomorrow morning.
And my insides are flipping like crazy and I'm feeling queasy.
I'm already worried about the dress code, which is formal. I think I look like someone who is attending a 'yum-seng' party with the attire I have. Oh, the shoes. The shoes is what makes me look like I'm partying. But they're the only black pairs I have.
Okay. Dress, gao tim.
It's not guaranteed that I'll get it. But I really, really want to get it. More like need it.
Which brings me to.. Sean.
Ahhh... the everlasting love-hate relationship between us.
He got accepted into Drake University in Iowa. Lucky for him. He only applied for one university. Fool. But he got accepted anyway. So he'll be flying off to US in late July, most probably.
He's also applying for financial aid. The university didn't give as much as we've hoped for in the grant but he's trying again. And Dad is probably going to retire in 2 years. Mum already is. And there are 10 people under this roof. Dad's the sole breadwinner in the family.
Anybody who have been through such interviews, could you be generous and spare a girl who is in dire need of the funds (for all I know la), a few details on what the interviewer might ask?
Email me, leave it in the comment boxes, in the shoutbox. Whatever.
Should I disclose my email here and risk getting known by the world? Possibly.
There.
help.Deng@getting-a-scholarship.com
Goodness.. I feel like crying right now.
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