Did I do something good to deserve this?
Yesterday, I saw abseiling window-cleaners, and it brought me great joy. No, you don't understand. Great. Joy.
I have a letter from the university's psychology deparment inviting me to enrol in psychology post-graduate work (assuming I meet the general post-grad requirements, which I don't yet but will in a few months with some loose ends tidied up). My academic transcript is not the most impressive ever, to put it mildly, and I had planned to go talk to the appropriate people and con my way into post-grad when the time was right. But, they have invited me. I salvaged enough out of this one year alone to make them not give a crap about the rest of it...they invited me.
And there were abseiling window-cleaners.
This is a good, good world that we live in.
I have a letter from the university's psychology deparment inviting me to enrol in psychology post-graduate work (assuming I meet the general post-grad requirements, which I don't yet but will in a few months with some loose ends tidied up). My academic transcript is not the most impressive ever, to put it mildly, and I had planned to go talk to the appropriate people and con my way into post-grad when the time was right. But, they have invited me. I salvaged enough out of this one year alone to make them not give a crap about the rest of it...they invited me.
And there were abseiling window-cleaners.
This is a good, good world that we live in.