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DCP Update

So a few weeks ago I applied for the Disney College Program. It's an amazing opportunity and I did a post on that here. Well I was checking my email the other day and I saw this beautiful message:
I am beyond ecstatic to announce that I will be attending the Disney College Program for the Spring Advantage 2016. It was not an easy decision, but I know that if I turn this down I will regret it for the rest of my life. I can't wait to see what this experience has in store for me. In less than four months I will be working for one of the most magical places on earth. I feel incredibly blessed and lucky that everything worked out in the end.

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