"If You Wait For Me, I'll Be The Voice When You Don't Know What To Say..."
My nerves are shot.
Judge Turpin summoned me to her office today, and I was thrilled to finally put my fears to bed. Her office is, however, about two miles away from my dorm. So yours truly had to haul her ass across campus in the howling wind and freezing cold, all the while trying to ignore her intestines tying themselves into knots. Needless to say, I was nervous.
The meeting went pretty well, all things considered. I feel like she believed me, and she said she'd do her best to make sure everything got straightened out. I'm getting a letter with her verdict "within seven days". But my parents don't think that's good enough. They're convinced my identity has been stolen, and that I'm not being "proactive" enough about the whole situation.
It was enough to pop my little bubble of optimism. Now I'm worried that Judge Turpin will somehow think I've incriminated myself and put me away under false pretenses.
In other news, the whole "Emily is going to try and be an RA" thing kind of blew up in my face.
Oh, and I also have about 30 pages of Italian homework to do. And a quiz tomorrow. And a test on Thursday.
*headdesk*
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Judge Turpin summoned me to her office today, and I was thrilled to finally put my fears to bed. Her office is, however, about two miles away from my dorm. So yours truly had to haul her ass across campus in the howling wind and freezing cold, all the while trying to ignore her intestines tying themselves into knots. Needless to say, I was nervous.
The meeting went pretty well, all things considered. I feel like she believed me, and she said she'd do her best to make sure everything got straightened out. I'm getting a letter with her verdict "within seven days". But my parents don't think that's good enough. They're convinced my identity has been stolen, and that I'm not being "proactive" enough about the whole situation.
It was enough to pop my little bubble of optimism. Now I'm worried that Judge Turpin will somehow think I've incriminated myself and put me away under false pretenses.
In other news, the whole "Emily is going to try and be an RA" thing kind of blew up in my face.
Oh, and I also have about 30 pages of Italian homework to do. And a quiz tomorrow. And a test on Thursday.
*headdesk*
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