A little while ago, Mollie sat a scholarship exam for her dream high school. Today is the day the successful candidates get the phone call that will change their lives.
I must have woken up every half hour last night, waiting for morning. As luck would have it, I’m having the day off, so I’m sitting here, waiting, daring to hope one minute, certain the phone will ring with the good news. The next minute, I’m certain it won’t, that I’ll have to tell her she’s missed out.
At 10.30, it became too much, and I rang the school, to ask whether the ‘winners’ had been notified. "Not yet," was the reply. "They may not get to it today, they are still going over the results. Maybe tomorrow."
I went to the library, browsing the aisles, looking for a distraction. I borrowed a few novels, but I can’t seem to get into any of them.
I decided to begin preparing dinner, so the kid can eat as soon as she gets home. She’ll be late tonight, because she is attending Starstruck rehearsals. I chopped and sliced and boiled and mixed. That done, I decided to prepare tomorrow night’s dinner as well! Stress brings out the latent Nigella in me!
Now I have a lasagne and a casserole on the go, and it is still only 1pm, and still no phone call.
What else can I do to distract myself? Mollie wants this so badly. She has a position awaiting her acceptance. I originally told her that if she didn’t win a scholarship, she couldn’t go, because we can’t afford it. Now, I’m willing to make any sacrifice to enable her to accept. This should be an exciting and happy time for her, but she’s stressing out about the cost. I keep reassuring her that we will find a way. We will find a way. But the scholarship would be a big, big relief!
I know, if it’s meant to be, it will happen. There’s nothing more I can do. Mollie has tried her hardest, and no matter the outcome, I’m proud of her for having a go. I just want the waiting to be over…