Partly cloudy chance of sun
I got the dreaded thin envelope from my top choice school. We regret to inform you, blah, blah, blah. Even though I'd totally been expecting that, it stung a little.Then one of my favorite profs corners me and basically says "Your last essay blew chunks. You are a terrible failure. Meet with me and we'll discuss your failurosity later."
So, I had a mini break down in front of him and he got the most awesome deer in the headlights look. Ha, ha,ha Marky. If you try that confrontational I'm going to attack you to make you a better writer/stronger person bullshit you best be prepared for the fallout. Do not fuck with me right now. A couple of groveling e-mails later and he's going to take me out to lunch. It's not my dream school, but he actually apoligized and said that he was only disappointed because he knows how smart I am and that the work was beneath me. Plus, the man is super fine.
Fingers and toes crossed right now. R is possibly visiting this weekend. Yay hot boyfriends that make everything seem sooooo much better.