My february 4th visit to BU
So, last thursday I left to go up to UCONN. Which, from there I went to BU on Friday morning. So thursday night I looked up directions to the Alewife train station. Got directions, went to bed.. got up at 6:30 *eep!* I got outside around 7 to discover that it had snowed the previous night. So I cleaned my car off, warmed it up and got on the road. Luckily the highways were perfectly fine. So I get to the boston area take the exit only to discover the directions (and street signs) are ABSOLUTE SHIT. I can't find the station, I'm buttfucking lost and have no idea where to go and driving around like an idiot. So finally I realize I'm practically in downtown boston. So fuck it i'll drive there. I call dima he tries to direct me but the directions are shit there too so I stopped at a gas station and the guy told me some quick easy directions. Dima was on the phone looking at a map helping me out. By now it's like 9:45/50 and I'm just barely getting there in time. So finally I look across the street and it's where I'm supposed to be! Yay! Nearly on time.
I start looking for either where to turn around (it was on the other side of a divided highway) or where to park and just walk across.. when BAM! I hit the biggest pothole ever. I cross my fingers *don't be flat* *don't be flat*, but sure enough I hear the thud thud of a busted tire. So I pull onto this access road for one of the BU buildings and get out in the icky slush to change my tire. I call Prof. Runnels about my situation and he's very understanding. So I start changing the tire, get some help from a maintenance guy. Finally get the damn thing changed, turn around on this road and go to park in the parking lot right next to the building i had to go. Go in.
I found everything alright. I met with everyone. Everyone was very nice and obliging. One of the profs I talked to was really nice, he sounded really interested in what I had to say. But in general everyone is really cool. So felt better. Got lost on the way out as well. Which sucked, but I figured out where I was going eventually and got back to UCONN in one piece... well except for that bit of my tire, I suppose.
So the rest of the weekend went well. I got back to school okay.. got inside. Saw a letter from BU. Opened it. "Thank you for applying, but...." Sure enough I was rejected. It was dated February 2nd. Fuck me.
I start looking for either where to turn around (it was on the other side of a divided highway) or where to park and just walk across.. when BAM! I hit the biggest pothole ever. I cross my fingers *don't be flat* *don't be flat*, but sure enough I hear the thud thud of a busted tire. So I pull onto this access road for one of the BU buildings and get out in the icky slush to change my tire. I call Prof. Runnels about my situation and he's very understanding. So I start changing the tire, get some help from a maintenance guy. Finally get the damn thing changed, turn around on this road and go to park in the parking lot right next to the building i had to go. Go in.
I found everything alright. I met with everyone. Everyone was very nice and obliging. One of the profs I talked to was really nice, he sounded really interested in what I had to say. But in general everyone is really cool. So felt better. Got lost on the way out as well. Which sucked, but I figured out where I was going eventually and got back to UCONN in one piece... well except for that bit of my tire, I suppose.
So the rest of the weekend went well. I got back to school okay.. got inside. Saw a letter from BU. Opened it. "Thank you for applying, but...." Sure enough I was rejected. It was dated February 2nd. Fuck me.