This is the tale of when I found I was accepted to USC

<p>I was a 2nd year at community college when I went down to the post office; in my mailbox, I saw a conspicuous letter from USC. I was too nervous to open the letter inside the building, so I exited and read it in the parking lot. When I found I got accepted, I was so happy I ran in big circles looking up, not minding my surroundings! After four revolutions, I accidentally ran into a guy, knocking him onto the ground. He got up becoming instantly mad and confrontational. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. She said, “You’re movin” with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air”. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say this cab is rare, but I thought “Nah forget it! Yo home to Bel-Air!” I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie “Yo homes, smell ya later”. I looked at my kingdom. I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.</p>