I am coming to the end of the third week of my Disney College Program here in why-is-it-so-hot Florida. I am starting to get to know my way around (a little), and I have already begun to think about my future after the DCP at the company. I am applying to two Professional Internships and looking for more. With regards to the pin pictured above, I went to Animal Kingdom earlier this week, saving the best for last. It was an amazing park. There was so much more to see than to actually do, but it was tremendously more immersive than most of the other parks; I thought. Especially for Project Stripes‘ sake, I loved the Asian portion, featuring Indian and Nepalese architecture with prayer flags as well. Today, and till January, I am going to be playing my role as Lifeguard at Pop Century and Art of Animation Resorts.
Now that I caught you up a little on what has been going on now, I’d like to devote the rest of this post to discussing what happened before, how incredible it is that we all ended up here. In summary, I’m 1 in 4,000.
It’s a pretty daunting ratio, 1 in 4,000, and even more so when you think of the alternative: of me not getting in after graduation. That is a possibility I like to entertain as little as possible. What is more, I have talked with many people thus far, who told me about their acceptance. (I always enjoy hearing the stories of other people.) Some of them applied three even four times. Imagine being turned down four times during your college career before finally getting the one yes needed to have your dreams come true! As I think on it, their perseverance and devotion to the Mouse and Walt’s vision reminds me of a writer’s persistence. How, no matter the number of rejections, we still press on down the road to publication because we believe in it, in the value of our stories and their worthiness to be told to the world.
If I’m being honest, I don’t know if I would have stuck to applying semester after semester for two years before getting my acceptance. And that scares me. Does that reflect my credibility as a writer? Then again, that is just speculation. I don’t know how many times I would have tried before I gave up. Perhaps I never would have because I knew Disney could do things for me, and I for it, that were worth the seemingly endless attempts to get in. I suppose the only thing that needs to be equated is how motivated I was when applying. I can tell you I was very motivated, as much so, perhaps, as I was when I applied to Kingston University in London two years ago. I needed a job after the summer. I wanted a new change of pace from my home state.
I was accepted on my first and only application into the DCP, and I thank my stars that I didn’t have to try again. The ratio of 1 in 4,000 is me out of how many accepted Cast Members came to Florida. The initial total population of applicants was many times greater. How incredible is it that out of such numbers, we 4,000 were chosen? I still find it so fanciful that I was picked. What makes me so special next to the dozens of others? I can never know this answer. It seems that Disney saw something in me that I never could. Nevertheless, I am thankful to experience something truly unique. Things are always happening here, and I am delighted to watch them take shape to provide not only entertainment for our Guests, but an escape and education into things they would not think of.
To those reading who have not been accepted yet. Keep trying. Prove to yourself this is something worthwhile coming back to over and over again. Because it is something worthwhile to keep coming back to. Don’t give in to despair that your ambition won’t be fulfilled. Survey all your options before you make a decision. Just like in writing, in lifting, in everything, if you believe in yourself and your own capabilities, the goals you set for yourself will be achieved in some way. It’s unavoidable. I know it sounds corny, but it’s true. A year ago, I wouldn’t have thought I’d be writing this post in my apartment before work at Disney World, but I am. Push yourself. You can go distance to find where you belong.