Another astonishing episode in the Adventures of Maggie
So today was pretty mundane, until about an hour ago. About a week back, I got a letter from the University Club, informing me that my interview for the scholarship would be at 8:15 PM, Thursday, May 11. I store the date and time in my head, and go about my merry ways studying for AP Bio and Macro.
Cut to 8:25 PM this evening (Thursday, May 11). I have just finished a shower, after wondering if I had been playing the shower radio too loud. Yesterday, my mother ended up yelling at me because she had been trying to call me when I was in the shower, and I missed 4 calls to home, not to mention 2 attempts at reaching me on my cell phone. I think to myself, "Nah, no one's calling me tonight. Mom and Dad are out and I've got nothing going on this evening. I'll just do some research for Psych and Lit and go read A Prayer for Owen Meany."
So I get into my pajamas, and head downstairs to go on the computer. I notice there's a message on the answering machine. I laugh to myself about the shower-radio business, and casually walk downstairs and press the button on the machine. The message? I was almost ten minutes late to my interview for the University Club.
The next five minutes were spent with me running around the house: flinging my towel on the kitchen table, ripping off my pajamas (not literally - they're intact) and praying that the outfit I had planned to wear was clean -- All of this down while screaming "SHIT!!!" at the top of my lungs. Luckily, the outfit was clean, I found the shoes, and I bolted out of the house, clutching my purse and sprinting to the car.
I am in no way playing up the drama: I am blessed not to have gotten a speeding ticket. I made it to the high school in about 5-8 minutes, raced up the stairs, and ran into a baseball meeting. They directed my down the hall to the "receptionist" who had called me, who told me to calm down and breathe. Someone else had taken my spot, but the woman (bless her soul) told me to tell them that I had arrived only 7 minutes late, not 20, and that I had just missed my opening. I waited for about 5 minutes (part of which I spent rebuttoning my skirt - I had missed a button in my haste), and then I was sent in.
I think the interview went fairly well. I might have been too harried to be nervous, which helped. There were 6 or 7 men on the committee, all of them very nice. 15 minutes later, I was done with the interview, and I think I actually wanted it to be longer - maybe to impress them more? Anyway, I left the high school, went to Stop & Shop to get the cookies for Director's Cut tomorrow (saves me a trip tomorrow morning), came home, made sure the dog hadn't peed on the floor, and sat down to write this entry. That was my adventure. Less exciting now that I've read it over. Oh well, it was quite intense at the time.
Jim Gaffigan tomorrow! w00t!
Catch ya on the flip side.
PS: I think one of the committee members was Mr. Winick, and another was Mr. Kippax. Interesting, huh?
Cut to 8:25 PM this evening (Thursday, May 11). I have just finished a shower, after wondering if I had been playing the shower radio too loud. Yesterday, my mother ended up yelling at me because she had been trying to call me when I was in the shower, and I missed 4 calls to home, not to mention 2 attempts at reaching me on my cell phone. I think to myself, "Nah, no one's calling me tonight. Mom and Dad are out and I've got nothing going on this evening. I'll just do some research for Psych and Lit and go read A Prayer for Owen Meany."
So I get into my pajamas, and head downstairs to go on the computer. I notice there's a message on the answering machine. I laugh to myself about the shower-radio business, and casually walk downstairs and press the button on the machine. The message? I was almost ten minutes late to my interview for the University Club.
The next five minutes were spent with me running around the house: flinging my towel on the kitchen table, ripping off my pajamas (not literally - they're intact) and praying that the outfit I had planned to wear was clean -- All of this down while screaming "SHIT!!!" at the top of my lungs. Luckily, the outfit was clean, I found the shoes, and I bolted out of the house, clutching my purse and sprinting to the car.
I am in no way playing up the drama: I am blessed not to have gotten a speeding ticket. I made it to the high school in about 5-8 minutes, raced up the stairs, and ran into a baseball meeting. They directed my down the hall to the "receptionist" who had called me, who told me to calm down and breathe. Someone else had taken my spot, but the woman (bless her soul) told me to tell them that I had arrived only 7 minutes late, not 20, and that I had just missed my opening. I waited for about 5 minutes (part of which I spent rebuttoning my skirt - I had missed a button in my haste), and then I was sent in.
I think the interview went fairly well. I might have been too harried to be nervous, which helped. There were 6 or 7 men on the committee, all of them very nice. 15 minutes later, I was done with the interview, and I think I actually wanted it to be longer - maybe to impress them more? Anyway, I left the high school, went to Stop & Shop to get the cookies for Director's Cut tomorrow (saves me a trip tomorrow morning), came home, made sure the dog hadn't peed on the floor, and sat down to write this entry. That was my adventure. Less exciting now that I've read it over. Oh well, it was quite intense at the time.
Jim Gaffigan tomorrow! w00t!
Catch ya on the flip side.
PS: I think one of the committee members was Mr. Winick, and another was Mr. Kippax. Interesting, huh?