So two days ago I just signed a lease on a house with my two best girl friends. Back on the coast instead of Melbourne - I'll commute to uni daily. My parents and I both discussed and agreed that after everything that's happened in the last year, maybe I should be close to home for a while. I don't mind, it means I get to spend my summer at the beach (: and I can stay in Melbourne with friends or George a couple of nights a week if absolutely necessary [like I have a really early lecture or something].
So then this morning I get a text from George telling me to check my student email inbox.
And in my student inbox is a letter from my new director - the head of the Social Science faculty. Met her a few times when making my transfer into Politics, she's a blunt woman but I like that.
In the email she describes how apparently there was a meeting last week due to the fact one of the third year girls in a group of students spending a semester in China had to drop out. The meeting was called to discuss who would fill that place, and whether they should offer it to any first year students.
And my name cropped up.
In the email is in offer for a scholarship to China.
One semester. Flights, accomodation and food all paid for. They would help me enrol in English-speaking classes. They would take me on tours around the country. I would be an ambassador to Australia; it would be recorded into my university transcripts. I could put it on my resume. I could put the fact that I was an ambassador of Australia in the world's next powerhouse country (face it, the US can't hold top spot forever) on my resume.
Holy freaking crap.
Problem is, I'd leave halfway through February, and I'm moving into the house I just signed a lease for at the start of February. I'd be leaving my two friends behind with bills and responsibility after only two weeks. I'd keep paying rent, but the house is owned by MY family, therefore I am supposed to be the responsible one.
So what am I supposed to do? Turn down the opportunity George scrambled to get me in order to stay with my friends (who have never left home before and are scared shitless), or do I stay with my girls and hope that another oppurtunity will arise another time, and tell George I'm sorry?
I.. don't know.
EDIT: The shit hit the fan. I'm not going to China.
- Mood:
Gloomy
Merry Christmas !
Christmas Spirited
Hopeless
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