I am studying abroad and taking a class during the winter break.
I have mixed emotions.
I was beyond excited after receiving my “Congratulations! You’ve been accepted!” letter.
As the date approaches, part of me has been like “WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME!? WHAT DID I DO?!”
Another part of me cannot believe I am going to the other side of the world. It makes me feel kind of brave.
The girly part of me wants to shop for clothes before departing, if I must be honest.
But overall, I am proud of myself for going to all of those department heads and asking for signatures, for facing the dean, and for submitting my application– regardless of what everyone told me about the food, the culture, the diseases, the dangers, the multiple “You’re crazy,” the “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” and the sweet “You’ll get the worst diarrhea of your life!” from my sincere coworker.
I don’t care. I’ve always wanted to go. It’s a once in a life time chance and I took it.
I leave in twenty days for twenty days.

Is that too much info to put out in the internet? Oh well, I am happy!
Wow, that sounds amazing! Good luck!! :)
Thanks :)!