While I led the way from booth to booth, my mother spread her wings, and kicked it into high gear and received bags from every corner of the Metro CC. When we got to the booth, my mother and sister plowed there ways through people to get me the main university brochure and the program that I wanted to major in. All the while I would ask questions about auditions and proper application procedures. I'm so proud that I actually took the time and asked this year, because I wasn't able to last year. I went with five or six friends and we were so overwhelmed by our future that we just grabbed the book that looked right and "bounced," then spent the rest of the day downtown getting lost and getting home extremely late.
Anyways, as we travelled from booth to booth my mom would then take over the questions about financing and scholarships all the while my sister would sign me up for newsletters and R.S.V.P. to open houses for me. To be honest, with all three of us being crippled to some degree we conquered the Metro Convention Centre pretty fast. Granted, we drove to our favourite asian resturant my head was spinning with the decisions that I had to make, and the amount of faculty that was actually interested in me! Can you believe it? Faculty members were taking down MY NAME, to EMAIL ME! I couldn't believe my ears! I had to keep scratching my head.
I can tell everyone that one thing is for sure. I'm definitely lucky to have an "A-Team," and I will not be applying to the University of Toronto. Of course, UofT is the Harvard of Canada, it's just not for me. And only my mom and sister know why.
(Oh! Second time around and I'm still scared... excuse my french... shitless of the University system.)
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