<p>March 19. Its a sunny day.</p>
<p>Ive come so far; far enough that I cannot even remember my past. So many cities Ive been to, so many roads and streets and paths Ive tread upon, and so much effort Ive put towards a dream that Ive been dreaming of for thousands of days and nights.</p>
<p>And now its March 19. Only ten more days left until I reach this periods final destination. I want a good ending for this long and amazing story. A good one.</p>
<p>I still remember the day I went to the SAT test center in Madison. My feet were buried in the snow-covered road ahead, and I trudged step by step through the thick, frosty layer. I couldnt get a cab, so I walked several miles. I didnt eat breakfast, but I knew I had to take this test and succeed.</p>
<p>I do not think I have ever been defeated for any reason. But today I feel afraid. I am feeling a confidence that I once thought was everlasting, along with my own being, fading away into the sands of time. Its a terrible feeling, and thank God I didnt feel this way when I was typing up my personal statements and filling out my college applications.</p>
<p>But I just feel so horrible right now. Using a public computer to type this piece of trash, I feel so horrible.</p>
<p>I talk to Neal everyday, and he infects me with his worries and pessimism. I tried to get rid of this kind of worrisome mood by traveling to Los Angeles, a city of falling angels. I met Bill showing me the girl he liked, I saw the sunset everyday as I stepped out of my house close to Venice Beach, and roller coasters brought me a weightlessness which freed me from my taut heart.</p>
<p>But all those worried feelings came back when I got off the plane in Chicago.</p>
<p>I wasted $1000 dollars. Cool. Very nice!</p>
<p>Eventually, the spring of 2009 came. When I saw all the snow gone, columns of wild geese flying back from the south, and sunny days all week long, I thought things should have a good ending.</p>
<p>I do not think that all my credentials should be ruined by a mere SAT score. Yes, my SAT is far bellow the bottom line of Ivies, and my dad told me to concern myself with this matter when I was thinking about my college applications. All my prior work, years upon years of it, seemed worthless when faced with a unsatisfying SAT score. But I do think that this vast and varied experience could really bring me success if I am given the opportunity. It should also bring me the confidence I deserve to expect a great harvest from my toil.</p>
<p>I have gotten letters of recommendation from two Harvard professors, and I could ask for more if it were really necessary. I am a leader of a great organization in Shanghai which has been around for 3 years, and I am now in the 4th term of my presidency. I posted 1,000 posters across the entire Harvard Yard. And I could tell you of my experiences in Cambridge, Boston, New York City, Los Angeles, Philadelphia, Tokyo, Chicago, Hong Kong, Singapore, and some other places that I have already forgotten.</p>
<p>Dont all of my personal essays, test preparations, résumés, interviews, fictional writing samples, and sleepless nights count for anything? Mustnt all that at least mean something?</p>
<p>I understand the meaning of Cest la vie, but I think life also includes something good, even if it is just a tiny bit.</p>
<p>Forgive my arrogant boasting about what I have done. You may also think that, to you, these are not even achievements, but I do feel so bad and terrible as the waiting months seem so endless. Please pardon me for my despair.</p>
<p>I am so weak, for I still want to hope for something good.</p>
<p>Gaga thinks my note on Facebook the longest journey has its time, and even if its an odyssey, we shall still reach Ithaca romantic, and I agree with her.</p>