Global Young Leaders Conference
I was really surprised when I received this letter today. Well, to be more precise, it was addressed to my parents rather than to me. But since the envelope bore my name, I had the honour of opening it myself; a luxury I\’m not used to, since all my letters get opened by my parents.. The reason being, our letters are not delivered at home but at my father\’s shop.
At first, I thought it was my TOEFL results, which I was not expecting of course, since I had to pay to receive the scores, which I have not managed to do yet. I have already received the results online, which weren\’t as bad as I was expecting since during the test, I was practically dozing off and the times I was not in dreamland, I was in dreamland with the guy sitting next to me. And to finish it off, my bladder was killing me… Enough of the deadly experience of the TOEFL exams and back to the… deadly… letter.
It seems I was nominated to attend the Global Young Leaders Conference. From what I have read (I had no idea this existed before and Google had to fill me in), the Congressional Youth Leadership Council, which is in charge of this conference, I quote,
seeks to identify students with demonstrated leadership potential and a history of academic achievement who will contribute to the strength and character of the Global Young Leaders Conference – outstanding individuals representing a variety of backgrounds and possessing a broad range of interests and goals. CYLC also hopes to attract the most mature and independent individuals possible within this age group.
Somehow, I\’m wondering how come I even qualified for this. *confused* Though I might be very proud of my academic achievements, my leadership skills are… non-existent? We usually hear people saying that there are two categories of persons: the ones born to lead and the ones meant to follow. It would seem I fall in a third category; I find myself unable to lead anyone, in any circumstances I may be in and I somehow refuse to follow other people, because it simply makes me feel empty inside. I believe what I believe it, not what somebody believes in… I\’m wondering if any of this makes any sense…
Back again to the GYLC… You should check out their site, it would certainly be more informative than my post mixed with all my ramblings, whinings and streams of consciousness. My first reaction to the letter was to laugh. I really found it funny (or it might have been hysteria) because I thought this was a stupid joke somebody was playing on me. The second reaction was \”OMG, Mom I think you should take a look at this.\” My mind kept wandering and wandering to the letter, which was now safely in my Mom\’s bag. I can\’t be trusted with anything; I have this habit of losing things because I\’m so absent-minded.
When I came home (the excitement was already gone by now), I rushed to my PC to find out abou this council and well, my excitement was \”literally\” crushed. It would seemed the tuition fees are too expensive for me, considering that I have to save for university. I am going to complete that Geography course, even if it\’s the last thing I do. So for now, it\’s no GYLC, or ever actually. Which makes me quite regret the fact that I can\’t attend it. But there are times you have to give up your chances to get other chances. At least, I can say, the letter made my day, for some minutes