In the first place, I was sitting alone at the kitchen table, the white letter staring blankly up at me. My jacket was thrown in a heap on the couch, and I was slouched on the stiff wooden chair, wearing my Westminster College t-shirt. Of course, the golden retriever and huskies were prancing at my feet, trying to gain my attention. in the background, the television was blaring, but the noise was not registering in my head. My heart was overcome with nervousness, beating like a jackhammer at the ground. Not to mention, my palms were clammy, and felt like a dragon breathing fire at me fire breathing dragon spitting on me. At that moment the wonderful aroma of baking cookies fills my nose with the comfort of home. I gazed at the stiff envelope
