The best news is the kind that makes you scream into the phone and dance around the empty hallway and smile big and wide.
I got the best news today. I was working on the school newspaper, after hours, when my phone buzzed. It was an unknown number, so I strolled outside the classroom and answered. When the caller introduced herself as the editor at The Daily Illini, my heart stopped for a moment. Last Friday, I sent in my application for an opinions columnist position. For minutes, hours, days afterwards, I couldn't stop thinking about my potential job. "Melly, don't get your hopes up," my mom said sweetly. "They rarely hire freshmen. If you don't get the position, it's not the end of the world." She wasn't the only person to tell me that. A lot of people did. And rightfully so - I've never seen a freshman write a column in the DI.
So when I got that phone call today, I nearly peed my pants. I heard the word "congratulations" and promptly started screaming, overjoyed and relieved and thankful.
Writing a weekly column for a publication as renowned as the DI is a dream come true. I wanted this so bad. I prayed and prayed that I would get the job, hoping God could pull a few strings.
Well, as it turns out, He did. And I couldn't be happier.