Toro, toro!

Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't here on Friday. I got to visit my dad at work. It was pretty exciting. I hadn't done that in a long time. A lot of things changed. They changed buildings, there's some new people. I saw people I met a long time ago that I didn't remember... Yeah, It's been about 13 years.  It was kind of weird because my dad is there all the time. He disappears at six in the morning and doesn't come back until the evening. I know what my dad does- he brings work home every weekend- but I never really saw him in a work setting like that. And finally I was able to put names to faces. And you might think that accountants are notorious for being organized, but in reality my dad's office is messier than my mom's (she's a college professor, with a computer in the bedroom). It's like mom's desk but with more stacks of paper and one of those weird calculators that prints out stuff while you use it. And those funny rubber covers for your fingers so you don't get a paper cut.

But, of course, I did have an ulterior motive. I wasn't going to ditch just so I could have mom drive me to see my dad's office in Culver City. Oh no. I went to talk to one of the attorneys at the law firm that happened to go to Stanford. And we got sushi.

I'm applying to Stanford. I'm not sure I'm going to get in, but a girl can dream, right?

So after a nice lunch and talking about school stuff, we went back to Dad's building and I stayed the rest of the day so we could take the carpool lane home. I used to think working in an office would drive me insane but almost everyone has a bowl of candy on their desk or a radio and one of the partners has a giant Snoopy in his office.  And I got to meet Igor, who likes to do fantasy football and March Madness bets with the others. And there's a Mrs. Fields Cookie Store across the street. I was surprised that my dad rarely goes there. I would go all the time!

Anyway, while I was waiting around in the office, my mom texted my dad when she got home, right around when the mail came. And Dad said, "Uh-oh... Should I tell her?"

Now I was getting anxious because I knew report cards were coming out. Then he hands me his phone and shows me a picture of an envelope that says, "Congrats Future Toro!"

I got my first acceptance letter! I got into Cal State Dominguez Hills!

I know it sounds silly coming from me.

I know that if I get accepted into any of my other schools, I'm pretty certain I'm not going to Dominguez.

But it's kind of comforting that I know I'm going to college, Stanford or not.

I know college applications suck.

And I know some of us, myself included, are scared as hell right now.

And I know we're probably gonna hate staying up late working on a long paper (more than three pages) hopped up on caffeine, or sitting in a lecture hall feeling invisible.

But you know what? That's fine.

As long as we stay in school, we'll be ok.

...Right?