Most of you know about law school.
Still no decision. There is a horrifically masochistic system where you can "log in to check your status". All I know is that my file was looked at on 1/12/11. Not a word since then. I am pretty sure this put me in the maybe pile. Which makes me haz a sad, as the kittehs say.
Today, I come home. There is an envelope "Law School D Wants to Go To, Office of Admissions."
O_o?
You know that scene where Charlie from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (the OG!) where he is carefully opening that last Wonka bar? That was me on the porch, like exactly. I took deep Lamaze-like breaths. I huffed. I puffed. I ripped open the envelope and it was like time was standing still. My legs got wobbly and my hands shook so badly that I couldn't open the folded letter properly. I saw the type, I saw the date -- "January 20, 2011"...it was like everything was going in slow motion. Then I ever so carefully open the letter.
You know that feeling when you get in a car wreck, or that heart has dipped into your stomach feeling when something happens, whether it's "your child has been rushed to the ICU", or "you won 50 million dollars"? Yeah. I had that going on. From the bottom of my guts all the way down to the tips of fingers.
"Hello D. We haven't made a decision about you yet, but let us tell you about some of our awesome departments and services -- just because."
ARE YOU #*$&(@#(*@&*(&(*(**(&#&^*!*&^!^&*! KIDDING ME!?
It took me 5 entire minutes for my fingers to stop shaking.
What a horrible, masochistic, awful, torturous and downright EVIL thing for law school of choice to do. EVIL. The good news is that I am going to school to learn the ways of the law, justice, and do it all with an evil and nefarious attitude. HOW PERFECT IS THIS SCHOOL!?
Still no decision. There is a horrifically masochistic system where you can "log in to check your status". All I know is that my file was looked at on 1/12/11. Not a word since then. I am pretty sure this put me in the maybe pile. Which makes me haz a sad, as the kittehs say.
Today, I come home. There is an envelope "Law School D Wants to Go To, Office of Admissions."
O_o?
You know that scene where Charlie from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (the OG!) where he is carefully opening that last Wonka bar? That was me on the porch, like exactly. I took deep Lamaze-like breaths. I huffed. I puffed. I ripped open the envelope and it was like time was standing still. My legs got wobbly and my hands shook so badly that I couldn't open the folded letter properly. I saw the type, I saw the date -- "January 20, 2011"...it was like everything was going in slow motion. Then I ever so carefully open the letter.
You know that feeling when you get in a car wreck, or that heart has dipped into your stomach feeling when something happens, whether it's "your child has been rushed to the ICU", or "you won 50 million dollars"? Yeah. I had that going on. From the bottom of my guts all the way down to the tips of fingers.
"Hello D. We haven't made a decision about you yet, but let us tell you about some of our awesome departments and services -- just because."
ARE YOU #*$&(@#(*@&*(&(*(**(&#&^*!*&^!^&*! KIDDING ME!?
It took me 5 entire minutes for my fingers to stop shaking.
What a horrible, masochistic, awful, torturous and downright EVIL thing for law school of choice to do. EVIL. The good news is that I am going to school to learn the ways of the law, justice, and do it all with an evil and nefarious attitude. HOW PERFECT IS THIS SCHOOL!?
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