Slamming doors

My Nanny, the wisest person I've ever loved, was full of expressions and sage wisdom. She was constantly spouting off bits of advise like "God never puts more weight on your shoulders than you can bare..," "Don't count your chickens before they hatch..," "Dream big, but live bigger..," and my personal favorite, "When one door closes, another one opens."
This is my favorite because it always seems to be true. Whenever I think that my life couldn't possibly go on and that I've reached the very end, a door opens.
Yesterday my airline shut down. We were officially integrated back into our parent company and a product that was loved by both passengers and employees was sent to the desert. For the last few months my heart has been breaking thinking about having to go back to a company that has brought me, well, nothing but heart break. And then, viola, a door opened.
I have been accepted into Columbia University! Little ol' Tennessee-you're-just-a-flight-attendant me will be a Columbia-fucking-Ivy-League-Lion. I have trumped my master's-degrees-from-Georgia-Tech-and-UT-baring father, Mr. "sweetheart, you couldn't get into Columbia," and my kindergarden teacher Ms. Hall who told my mother that I was "a sweet child, but she'll never amount to much."
So HA! I say. HA! to all of you who thought I would never be brave enough to actually reach for my dreams. HA! to everyone who thought I would always just sit back and take it and always just be a flight attendant. HA! I say. And now, BAM! I slam my door in the world's face.
Yeah me.