Math is the beholder of all that is evil

Let's just say I hope my other "competitors" never read this.

Yesterday was the day of my congressional interviews-it was terrible. At first i thought i was going to be late because we were pretty much lost finding the building, then we didn't have quarters for the parking meter (I really don't like parking meters), and wow did i feel a little retarded wearing my uniform. Jordan (my lovely boyfriend and driver for the day) and I eventually found the building and went on our jolly way to the office. Once we were inside i was suprised by other "dressed up" individuals and my quiet friend Hannah who i was suprised seeing.

I was seriousley crapping my pants once i found myself waiting for my name to be called. But soon after Jordan left to find quarters to park, my name was called. I crapped myself.

The first panel i sat in with were Senator Reids. I'll be honest. That panel was my worst panel. It consisted of three individuals, later becoming four when a large burly man walked in late. The questions were typical and exactly what i expected: broad, blunt and extremely hard to answer. I rambled so much it was horrible.

"How do you think we will be remembering you today?"

"Uhm..i think by my personality...uhm...and the fact i wore my uniform..uhm yeah"

Ugh, i wanted to jump out the window.

The next panel was Congresswoman Berkley. I believe that was the middle slot. As in not the best but not the worst. The questions were similar and i actually laughed a little more than i did before. In Reids panel I was nervous and tried playing it off by laughing a little and saying i was nervous-that did nothing and they only responded with silence. However in Berkley's panel they seemed a little okay with it. It was a panel of men, one having a heavy Indian accent. I feel like they liked me because of my uniform since they complimented on how decorated i was. (I wore all of my medals.)

The last panel was Senator Ensign- the Clark High School Alumni. I believe this was my best panel. But sometimes i question why since i really wanted to cry.

This panel had the most people of about six. They varied from being professors, to colonels, sergeants, captains, admirals, etc. (I don't even remember-it was all a blur). My first impressions of them was that they liked me. Which i think they did.

"Looking sharp! [in uniform]"

Each one of them had something to say about me. The one closest to my left side actually happened to be in charge of Durango High Schools JROTC. He spoke to me about being on the Drill team at Clark and about beating Centennial. (Heck yeah we'll be beating Centennial.) In the end everything went downhill because they got to the point. After numerous questions, the pink-faced man ahead of me basically said this:

"You seem like a nice girl, and that you'd make an excellent naval officer, but your academics is what's reallt gonna bring you down. If it wasn't an issue you'd for sure get an appointment to the academy.."

My math grade and SAT math cumulative...is what killed me.

I wanted to cry my eyes out. I tried my best not to burst out in tears about what they had said. Because apparently they all felt the same. It was apparently also the fact that i wasn't taking Pre-Calculus or Calculus. I "eff'd" myself up with math. In the end, i gathered all the dignity i had left, got out of my seat, and shook their hands.

"See you at CCSD"

"Don't worry, the ones before you have recieved the same talk"

"Don't give up, you have a lot of perseverence"

"Thank you for wearing your uniform"

I walked out with a smile. i turned the corner, saw Josh waiting to get called for his panels, and left with Jordan to the car. But as soon as we got into the elevator i started to cry-i felt discouraged.

I still feel discouraged, i seriousley don't know what to do.

"You have till the age of 21 to apply"..

FML.