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I'm sitting in Penn Station with an ungodly headache, waiting for a train which won't arrive for another forty-five minutes. My learner's permit is lost and I'm afraid to stand up because every time I've done so today green light has engulfed my vision.
It probably sounds like I've had an unpleasant trip, which is patently false. I had a lovely trip, first to American University and then to visit Flo. American U has a nice campus, friendly students, and impressive professors. Flo is Flo. I've had my forehead stamped for a discount on frozen yogurt, debated subsidized farming and nuclear proliferation in a simulated class, met a girl planning on getting a BA/MA in four years, watched a man juggle knives and flames, and bought an incredible shirt for $2.46 (as well as a necklace for Flo which cost far more but which I hope she likes.) I can see myself going to American U.
Yet I find myself...dissatisfied. I already miss Flo to an absurd extent. I couldn't kiss her goodbye, in fact I couldn't kiss her at all today (except on the head) because I doubt her friends would have appreciated that. I'm patently aware that it will be over a month before I kiss her again. And it's more than kissing, obviously. This whole thing is just so hard. Also, AU, while a nice school that I would gladly attend, certainly didn't blow me away as Yale and Wesleyan did. There's no question that the push which would earn my attendance isn't the school but the scholarship. That said, I really need that scholarship. $57,000 a year compared to Wesleyan's oh-so-generous $5500 is nothing to scoff at.
Ah well. It was a nice trip. With the rest, I can just deal.
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It probably sounds like I've had an unpleasant trip, which is patently false. I had a lovely trip, first to American University and then to visit Flo. American U has a nice campus, friendly students, and impressive professors. Flo is Flo. I've had my forehead stamped for a discount on frozen yogurt, debated subsidized farming and nuclear proliferation in a simulated class, met a girl planning on getting a BA/MA in four years, watched a man juggle knives and flames, and bought an incredible shirt for $2.46 (as well as a necklace for Flo which cost far more but which I hope she likes.) I can see myself going to American U.
Yet I find myself...dissatisfied. I already miss Flo to an absurd extent. I couldn't kiss her goodbye, in fact I couldn't kiss her at all today (except on the head) because I doubt her friends would have appreciated that. I'm patently aware that it will be over a month before I kiss her again. And it's more than kissing, obviously. This whole thing is just so hard. Also, AU, while a nice school that I would gladly attend, certainly didn't blow me away as Yale and Wesleyan did. There's no question that the push which would earn my attendance isn't the school but the scholarship. That said, I really need that scholarship. $57,000 a year compared to Wesleyan's oh-so-generous $5500 is nothing to scoff at.
Ah well. It was a nice trip. With the rest, I can just deal.
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