I know, I know. It's been days, and you're all anxious to hear what happened up at Norwich ( Read more... )

All right. I need to be prepared in January when COL Henne asks me what I've done these last few months ( Read more... )

I'd like to beg a favour of all y'all. A really serious one. And it only takes about five or ten minutes.

( Serious request. )

I'm done. I quit.

I no longer care.

This is the last use of this icon.

Why is passion a bad thing? Why, when a person gets passionate about something are they considered overemotional and possibly unstable ( Read more... )

( Short rant within )

So I talked to Colonel Henne. I just have to send a letter to him from my psychologist and my PCP (my regular doc for those of you who are inexp... fuck it. For those of you who are young.) They gotta tell him that I'm good to go ( Read more... )

So I've been in touch with Norwich ( Read more... )

Remember that essay I wrote? The one where the school was foolish to not give me a word count limit?

They were even more foolish.

They let me in.

Squee.

Norwich University, here I come.

Whee.

Both keeperofqkeys and I will be there. Pity them.

I am going back to school, finally, after two years of flitting from job to job. Hopefully this fall. I spent the last week and a half in hell getting my applications together and calling scholarship people begging for money, getting my transcripts, SAT scores, writing essays, the works. Who knew I could actually be responsible and all that crap ( Read more... )