How It All Began

If there’s one thing that I’ll always love, it will always be Disney. I have no doubt about this since from a very young age I have been “Disney brain-washed.” This lovely little disease isn’t a terrible one and hasn’t consumed me as much as some others, but it’s still something that I think about daily. Disney has always been and always will be a part of my life in one way or another.

The only issue I’ve had with this Disney love is this strange nagging and burning sensation that kept telling me I was missing something. The answer to this sensation and only known cure for this was the opportunity to work at Disney. For years it has been a desire of mine to work for the mouse, to be able to walk down Main Street in the Magic Kingdom knowing I was working at possibly the most magical place in the world. Even though I was always taught anything is possible if you put your mind to it, I didn’t think I could ever fulfill my dream; after all, with how many people who probably applied, how was there any possibility I could ever make it?

Then, in my sophomore year of high school, I discovered the Disney College Program. Since I was still in high school, I still had some time until I could even apply, but I vowed to myself I would try it.

Fast-forward to my freshman year of college – the Disney College Program once again came into my life, this time in the form of one of my friends being accepted into the program. Since it was so late in the application season, I figured I would wait and see what happened and see how she enjoyed herself; she loved it. The fire was set and I decided I would apply for the Fall 2011 season.

I spent days reading up on the application process and when I felt ready, I proceeded. I filled in all of my information and moved onto the web based interview, which appeared easy enough. I encountered issues with this interview very early on – it froze, it would tell me I skipped questions, anything terrible that could happen during this moment did. I was given a very polite rejection and told I could apply in 6 months. Not wanting to wait that long and very distraught, I put a call through to the recruiting center and explained my situation. The woman who looked through my information said that even though I had problems, I had still managed to answer enough questions that gave them the information they needed. She apologized and stated very kindly, the same thing my MacBook’s screen had shown me – I would have to wait.

This happened back in February. I had all my hopes pegged on this opportunity and was very upset. I gave up on the program at this time and continued on with school with the idea in my head that I would finish school early by taking on an extra course load.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, a thought was nagging at me – August was the month I was told I could reapply. August 13^th, specifically was the day I could attempt my quest again. With the mind set that I wasn’t expecting anything this time, I dove right into my research so I wouldn’t fail the web based interview once again.

This time, I was prepared.