My dearest B is, as I write this, five and a half hours away from being done with the bar. We're both runners, so every time he's started to get down over the last week, I broke out the lame but hopefully helpful analogy that he's in the last quarter mile. Like when you're completely exhausted, but you know the end is near, so you somehow find a little reserve of energy you didn't know you had to sprint through the end.
He's in a town a couple hours away, so unfortunately I won't get to celebrate with him tonight, but I can't wait to see him tomorrow.
I don't talk about work much on this blog, out of a deathly fear it will be discovered by a coworker, but I'm powering through the end of that too. Two more days! And my awesome boss and work friends all want to take me out for a drink on Friday night. So even though I'm overwhelmed finishing things up at the office, and really miss B, I'm just trying to keep my sights set on Friday night, when we'll be out with all our friends celebrating me finishing my job, and him finishing the bar.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
The OutOfTownStateSchool saga continues
So I've already talked about how incredibly difficult it was to turn down admission to OutOfTownState school. Unfortunately, today I had to do it three more times.
I was a little suspicious when I got a packet in the mail with some info, including my small section assignment. But I figured that mailing could have been in the works for a few weeks and potentially predated my contacting the Assistant Dean to let her know I wouldn’t be attending in the fall.
Then I got an e-mail from her about some changes to my small section schedule. And that made me nervous. So I e-mailed her to make sure she’d gotten my original e-mail. Out of office reply. I tried e-mailing the Dean herself. Out of office reply. Finally, as instructed in the out of office reply, I e-mailed the third in command at admissions@outoftownstateschool.edu.
It’s been excruciating. I know I shouldn’t feel bad or guilty about deciding not to go there, and that it’s their job to put so much work into trying to convince someone to come to their school. I will just be glad when this is all over.
In the meantime, I really wish the law school I will be attending would hurry up and send me my schedule already. I noticed that there’s three sections of Civ Pro that start at 8:00 a.m., and if I’m going to be in one, I need time to emotionally adjust to the idea.
Update: Third in command wrote back. He was very gracious, and wished me the best of luck in my all pursuits. Huge sigh of relief.
I was a little suspicious when I got a packet in the mail with some info, including my small section assignment. But I figured that mailing could have been in the works for a few weeks and potentially predated my contacting the Assistant Dean to let her know I wouldn’t be attending in the fall.
Then I got an e-mail from her about some changes to my small section schedule. And that made me nervous. So I e-mailed her to make sure she’d gotten my original e-mail. Out of office reply. I tried e-mailing the Dean herself. Out of office reply. Finally, as instructed in the out of office reply, I e-mailed the third in command at admissions@outoftownstateschool.edu.
It’s been excruciating. I know I shouldn’t feel bad or guilty about deciding not to go there, and that it’s their job to put so much work into trying to convince someone to come to their school. I will just be glad when this is all over.
In the meantime, I really wish the law school I will be attending would hurry up and send me my schedule already. I noticed that there’s three sections of Civ Pro that start at 8:00 a.m., and if I’m going to be in one, I need time to emotionally adjust to the idea.
Update: Third in command wrote back. He was very gracious, and wished me the best of luck in my all pursuits. Huge sigh of relief.
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