In my struggles to be free
Well, life is pretty boring here in Whoville. The daily grind is quickly being replaced by the daily grind-your-mind-into-sand trying to come up with multiple final paper topics. But soon I graduate!! Sweet little baby Jesus Christ, it's only been 6 YEARS in the making! The wonders and horrors of NYC inch closer every second. I am gonna be so FLY in a coupla years, it'll be undeniable, you'll hafta wear shades to see me. Cool is just something you're born with... until you live in New York, New York, then it's staple-gunned to your forehead. How sweet it is!
Tis the season for law schools to crush a thousand dreams via the US Mail, as well, and in the past couple of days I've really been off to a crazy start. Everyone else I know has been accepted/rejected, and I was really beginning to think that my applications were so unremarkable as to have been confused with the admissions councils' grocery lists. ("Must have left it in my car, you know, shit has a way of disappearing beneath those hundreds of Burger King wrappers that I could use to construct a tent for my corpulent ass.") It was getting desperate!
Then NYU sent me a letter. I knew it was a rejection letter just by the size of it, and sure enough, they had put me on torturous hold right before Christmas only to cut my legs out from under me several months later. Ah well, they didn't really impress me anyway. In fact, I will go so far as to say they suck, even if I transfer there later for their cheap housing (cheeeeeeeeeap). It didn't get me down, though, I wasn't counting on them actually seeing the glory that could be theirs. There are CLEARLY other, more deserving schools. =)
Today I checked the mail again. Uh-oh, a similarly sized letter from Columbia University. Geez, guys, all at once? Well, at least it's out of the way quickly... and they seemed to have used high quality paper to send me notice of my abysmal failure. So, I ripped into it with the speed one would use to remove a bandaid. Columbia's a better school than NYU, and I'd been waiting for this rejection practically since I'd sent the application off (but how could I resist the #4 law school in the country?).
But they've put me on the "Reserve" list!!! Of course that just means more waiting, boys and girls, for those ingrates who have been accepted to say, "eh... naaah" to matriculation at Columbia so that the admissions folks can once again plod through the Reserve group and make some final decisions. And I am probably at the bottom of the Reserve group, which is probably substantial and will probably only contribute a handful of people to the actual entering class of 2007. So I am not deluding myself; I fully expect to receive my rejection from them eventually, but I will do so with a Grade-A Snoopy dance in my heart.
I, Nora Ellen Wilson of Disgusta, GA, have truly worked. my. hardest. for all these years, and someone, not just anyone, the NUMBER 4 LAW SCHOOL IN THE GREATEST COUNTRY ON EARTH, has for one small, glimmering second seen and appreciated me for what I am and what I have the power to become.
It blows me away. It's truly a moment to stop, rest, and take a look around at the beautiful world from the top of this mountain I've built for myself. I couldn't have done it alone, I couldn't have done it without my loved ones, especially those who refused to "CUT ME!" when I was in for an all-night research paper or cram session so many times. It's just a sweet, sweet moment, like homemade ice cream or an extra-juicy bite of peach. Except it's been mounting for so long, it's hard to even feel the whole of it appropriately.
I hope everyone has as great a moment as me today. =) As always, thanks for listening.
Tis the season for law schools to crush a thousand dreams via the US Mail, as well, and in the past couple of days I've really been off to a crazy start. Everyone else I know has been accepted/rejected, and I was really beginning to think that my applications were so unremarkable as to have been confused with the admissions councils' grocery lists. ("Must have left it in my car, you know, shit has a way of disappearing beneath those hundreds of Burger King wrappers that I could use to construct a tent for my corpulent ass.") It was getting desperate!
Then NYU sent me a letter. I knew it was a rejection letter just by the size of it, and sure enough, they had put me on torturous hold right before Christmas only to cut my legs out from under me several months later. Ah well, they didn't really impress me anyway. In fact, I will go so far as to say they suck, even if I transfer there later for their cheap housing (cheeeeeeeeeap). It didn't get me down, though, I wasn't counting on them actually seeing the glory that could be theirs. There are CLEARLY other, more deserving schools. =)
Today I checked the mail again. Uh-oh, a similarly sized letter from Columbia University. Geez, guys, all at once? Well, at least it's out of the way quickly... and they seemed to have used high quality paper to send me notice of my abysmal failure. So, I ripped into it with the speed one would use to remove a bandaid. Columbia's a better school than NYU, and I'd been waiting for this rejection practically since I'd sent the application off (but how could I resist the #4 law school in the country?).
But they've put me on the "Reserve" list!!! Of course that just means more waiting, boys and girls, for those ingrates who have been accepted to say, "eh... naaah" to matriculation at Columbia so that the admissions folks can once again plod through the Reserve group and make some final decisions. And I am probably at the bottom of the Reserve group, which is probably substantial and will probably only contribute a handful of people to the actual entering class of 2007. So I am not deluding myself; I fully expect to receive my rejection from them eventually, but I will do so with a Grade-A Snoopy dance in my heart.
I, Nora Ellen Wilson of Disgusta, GA, have truly worked. my. hardest. for all these years, and someone, not just anyone, the NUMBER 4 LAW SCHOOL IN THE GREATEST COUNTRY ON EARTH, has for one small, glimmering second seen and appreciated me for what I am and what I have the power to become.
It blows me away. It's truly a moment to stop, rest, and take a look around at the beautiful world from the top of this mountain I've built for myself. I couldn't have done it alone, I couldn't have done it without my loved ones, especially those who refused to "CUT ME!" when I was in for an all-night research paper or cram session so many times. It's just a sweet, sweet moment, like homemade ice cream or an extra-juicy bite of peach. Except it's been mounting for so long, it's hard to even feel the whole of it appropriately.
I hope everyone has as great a moment as me today. =) As always, thanks for listening.