I find out at exactly 5 PM tomorrow, whether or not I get into the school of my dreams, NCSSM.
NCSSM is a residential school for eleventh and twelfth graders specializing in Science and Math, and it’s been my dream for a long time to get in and go to this amazing school. I’m in tenth grade right now, and am fifteen years old, but my knowledge of The Secret and passion for NCSSM go back further than that.
I read The Secret a few years back, and watched the movie. It truly moved me because, frankly, I was at a time in which I believed that I couldn’t control any part of my life. When I decided to apply to NCSSM, I decided to use The Secret.
I put up a fake letter from admissions that said “Congratulations on becoming a finalist in NCSSM!” from the Dean of the school. Every morning, I would wake up and stare at this letter taped onto my mirror and flutters of joy would spread through me because I believed that I was ALREADY in NCSSM. I prayed, and I imagined myself going there. The friends I would make, the opportunities I would take advantage of, my life with a roommate. I started altering my life little by little to how I plan on living it at NCSSM.
Not taking my parents for granted as I have before was a major part of this change in myself. I began to realize that leaving home two years earlier meant that the relationship that I have with my parents would shift, and I learned to be grateful for them, to truly appreciate what they do for me on a daily basis.
There was a period of the application process that truly tested my faith. As applicants, we are required to go to NCSSM’s campus and take a test, which my parents did not let me go to due to a family conflict. I was EXTREMELY upset, and I spent the next couple of days crying, explaining to anyone who would listen why I needed to go.
This, on my part, was childish. I lost faith in The Secret, because I wanted to know, if it worked, why I was being told the idea was impossible.
And so, I prayed. I prayed and prayed, and to an extent, left the matter up to God to fix.
And he answered the prayer, and I got to retake the test!
It’s been a month since then, and the nervous tension that often comes with results like these is starting to eat away at the composed calm that I’ve otherwise maintained over the past couple of days.
I also thought occasionally about “What IF I don’t get in? What’s going to happen then?” And my mom chastised me, saying I’m defeating the law of attraction by even thinking that way. So I banished the idea, and now I simply think “I AM in NCSSM. I’m a student of NCSSM who belongs there, has every right to be there, and am PROUD to be there”. There is no if, not buts, no maybe nots, because I’m already there.
I’m writing this before I find out the result. The idea behind this story is not to tell you the law of attraction gets you what you want in life, because we already know that very well. Sure, we doubt it, but when it succeeds, we are not surprised, because we expect it.
That’s not the theme of this story.
The law of attraction changes us for the better, and when used properly, introduces and attracts good concepts that we didn’t necessarily ask for, but receive in addition to our goals. It’s like a child asking for a bike, and receiving a cookie as well. Not asked for, but certainly welcomed.
I didn’t see it before, but applying to NCSSM has made me a better person. I’m a bit more independent and treasure my relationships, as opposed to flippantly ignoring them. I’m able to understand the value of a single grade, a teacher’s recommendation, a single pencil mark on a test. The little things. I certainly didn’t see this before.
So you, reader, are on a journey. A journey to find and discover what you want, as well as to receive surprise cookies along the way. Sure, there will be the surprise thorns in the road, but they’re relatively easy to pluck out, and your feet grow tougher and stronger with the experience.
I wish you well 🙂