Flavia’s First SCAB – By @FlaviaVentura2
By Flavia Ventura
Graduation, quick goodbye to the US of A, plane back to the homeland (Italy) and…absolutely no time for mixed feelings or bittersweetness because: hell, I got into SCA. Applied with a bottomless list of backup plans (my plan B was more like a plan Z) and a whole lot of self-irony but hey, I made the cut.
In many recited to me the good old “what is meant to be will be” quote; bullshit if you ask me — rather another sad, pitiful expedient for the weak of heart to bear the insufferable weight of failures. Luck, a LOT of luck mixed with good work ethic and what some may call a twisted mind, but I prefer to refer to it as ‘colorful’.
So now instead of spending the summer reflecting on the ‘worthless’ meaning of life-after-college (as my classmates like to call it), I find myself come up with some of the most useless, least urgent errands to run, goals to accomplish, and really just anything to postpone the inevitable moment I will actually have to put my hands on the Spectacular Failure brief. Considering I should have won a prize for well ‘Millennializing’ long time ago, not knowing what to expect from the school is driving me insane. As a matter of fact, ’terrified’ is the term that best describes my approach towards anything SCA-related at this point. I am picturing the rest of the Fall incoming students as aliens with creative brains so big that would make Brain of ‘Pinky and the Brain’ jealous, now you see, how am I supposed to compete with that?
I will worry later though, now I better go buy a ribbon for my cat so that she can act up to the princess she is – very, VERY urgent.