I just submitted my application to the nursing department at my school. As the application left my very hands, my heart plummeted to the bottom of my abdominal cavity, thus alarming me about my emotional status. I guess now I know that I cannot do a thing to change what is about to happen... I hate losing control like that. I mean, it will be determined by lottery, and whether I discover a new element or write a best-selling novel, it will not matter. There is no way of influencing any factor of whether they will draw my name, or not. I don't know why, but I get that butterfly in the stomach thing... like something inevitably bad will happen. Hopefully, I will get in this time...