Friday the 13th.

I got my very first traffic ticket yesterday.
And I guess, thinking back about what happened and my reaction,
I failed the test that God set up for me.

You see, about 20 seconds before I almost sped past the highway patrol on the freeway, I was telling my friends how good I was at telling apart cop tail lights on the freeway.
Now God, being the funny guy that he is, makes sure that I am completely and utterly
humbled by sending this oh-so-pleasant officer my way.

Now, I would have very much liked to have laughed this off and played it cool. Maybe even praying to God for deliverance from this evil ticket. But instead, I cussed and I hoped.
I feel like I've been letting my tongue loose nowadays. I've been cussing under my breath or in my head when something bad happens or things turn the wrong way. And I know that this isn't the right reaction. When I get upset or angry, I realized that these daily, hidden habits come up.
I guess I should really be more aware of these things and set a good example to my friends and siblings.

On another note, my first college application is due tomorrow for UOP.
At first, I really wanted to go to this school, thinking that finishing quick is the best and most efficient way. But after more thought, I believe that UCSD would be a better choice for me for a number of reasons that I'm too lazy to list.
And as a result, I don't think I put my absolute best into my personal statement. It was sort of mediocre with a "compassion"-based punchline. And honestly, at this exact moment, I don't know what my reaction would be if I got rejected. Relieved? Disappointed? Sad? Apathetic?

I'm praying really hard to know God more each and every day. And I hope and wish that one day, I'll grow intimate enough with Him to have steady conversations daily and frequently.