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Dear Jessica,
I write with great pleasure to offer you a position in the 2006 Class of the Science Illustration Program at the University of California, Santa Cruz. We had many fine applications and our decisions were difficult, but the Admissions Committee was particularly impressed by your qualifications and art submissions. This is a fine tribute to the caliber of your work. The faculty anticipates an outstanding class and we all look forward to your participation in it.
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i run with scissors, and out into traffic when someone i'm happy to see is across the street. i've taken a sharp stick in the eye for the first cherry blossoms, and a good clock on the head from watching the sky instead of the sidewalk. i run red lights, my mouth a bit much, and through life as if it were the best choose-your-own-adventure story ever written with breath and intent. i run myself into the ground perpetually and with glee, and "uncle" ain't in my vocabulary.
i don't know how not to do things this way. perhaps i wouldn't quite be me otherwise.
this has been everything that's mine to want, for the better of two years, and nothing less than a slight shade of faustian in the process.
i am wildly elated, and tired in the same way you are when you're young, immortal, and go into your crappy job after dropping white blotter all weekend long on no sleep and too many cigarettes. the kind when your face doesn't feel like it fits anymore and you'd give your firstborn for ten minutes of dozing. standing up.
i feel entirely broken, humbled and happy and an open road at dawn.
and didn't really tell anybody, least of all myself, that the odds of getting into this with my degree sat at about one in a hundred.
anything is possible.
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I write with great pleasure to offer you a position in the 2006 Class of the Science Illustration Program at the University of California, Santa Cruz. We had many fine applications and our decisions were difficult, but the Admissions Committee was particularly impressed by your qualifications and art submissions. This is a fine tribute to the caliber of your work. The faculty anticipates an outstanding class and we all look forward to your participation in it.
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i run with scissors, and out into traffic when someone i'm happy to see is across the street. i've taken a sharp stick in the eye for the first cherry blossoms, and a good clock on the head from watching the sky instead of the sidewalk. i run red lights, my mouth a bit much, and through life as if it were the best choose-your-own-adventure story ever written with breath and intent. i run myself into the ground perpetually and with glee, and "uncle" ain't in my vocabulary.
i don't know how not to do things this way. perhaps i wouldn't quite be me otherwise.
this has been everything that's mine to want, for the better of two years, and nothing less than a slight shade of faustian in the process.
i am wildly elated, and tired in the same way you are when you're young, immortal, and go into your crappy job after dropping white blotter all weekend long on no sleep and too many cigarettes. the kind when your face doesn't feel like it fits anymore and you'd give your firstborn for ten minutes of dozing. standing up.
i feel entirely broken, humbled and happy and an open road at dawn.
and didn't really tell anybody, least of all myself, that the odds of getting into this with my degree sat at about one in a hundred.
anything is possible.
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