I Just Ruined My Career as an Olympic Figure Skater
I'm from West Virginia – the small 'middle of nowhere' state that most people forget is even a state (1863 Holla!). My 4 years in Philadelphia have gotten me a lot more used to big city life, but it's still not my cup of tea. I get lost easily, you see. In that small city I live in I still have to mapquest places I've gone to hundreds of times.
I was already nervous for my interview at Columbia this weekend. I've been on a couple day trips to the big city, but never on my own. I feel like this weekend will definitely be a test if I could do the New York thing. So the last thing I needed was to fall on a handicap ramp (the irony is not lost on me) and twist my ankle and bang up my knees. As I limped back to my house, muttering prophanities, I was even more worried about this weekend. NYC is definitely a place where people are going to expect me to be able to walk, not do the gimp shuffle at 0.3 mph.
I just got back from CVS and bought an ankle bandage and some advil. I embark on my journey in about an hour. I just hope the people interviewing me feel bad or think it's cute in a nerdy way. Here's hoping NYC doesn't crush me!
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