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Tuesday, June 22, 2004
With or Without You.
Well, it's happened.
This morning the phone woke me up at 11 am. It rang and rang and rang... stopped then rang again. I rolled over groggily before coming to: am I late for work?! 11 am! Holy crap! Wait.. it's my day off! Where am I? What the hell?
It was the 3rd call by the time I scrambled to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Sarah? Where were you?"
[Dad? Dammit! Didn't I just talk to him last night?]
"Um, I was, um, in the shower. 'cuz I was just jogging."
[Yeah, that should work.]
"So, did you decide on a law school yet?"
[Ok, we definitely had this conversation last night. Am I still sleeping? Don't tell me I'm dreaming about the UBC/UNB law school debates now. Like I don't think about them enough]
"Um, I think I'm [still] leaning towards UNB. Small classes, you know"
"Well, not to throw a wrench into the works, but you just got a letter. From Dal"
[. . .]
"Sarah?"
"Um, yeah, um, what *kind* of letter?"
"What? Oh, they are 'pleased to make an offer of admission'"
[!!!]
[oh my GOD!]
[ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod]
[shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit]
"YESSSSSS!"
"Yeah, huh? So, what are you gonna do?"
Now there's a question. In the subsequent minutes Dad made it clear that he and Mom are being super-cool. They're willing to walk away from the 900$ deposit we put down on the nice place we found in Fredericton. They're also willing to walk away from the 300$ deposit we put down at UNB. They're willing to pay the deposit at Dal, even if I'm not sure that's where I want to go, just to buy me some time. They're even willing to co-sign the sizable loan I will need to go to Dal, which will cost 30K a year rather than UNB's 15K. They're willing to do anything, but they can't help me make up my mind.
I... don't... know. UBC was easy: too far, to expensive. But Dal? I'm neck deep in UNB: it's really hard to change my mind now. And, having had some time to research it, I've found some things to love about this school: 80 classmates means super-closeness.
But we all know that Fredericton Sucks Ass.
I have 'till Friday to call Dal and pay the deposit. This is huge. So I thought I would share it. I never thought good news would be so difficult to digest.
This morning the phone woke me up at 11 am. It rang and rang and rang... stopped then rang again. I rolled over groggily before coming to: am I late for work?! 11 am! Holy crap! Wait.. it's my day off! Where am I? What the hell?
It was the 3rd call by the time I scrambled to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Sarah? Where were you?"
[Dad? Dammit! Didn't I just talk to him last night?]
"Um, I was, um, in the shower. 'cuz I was just jogging."
[Yeah, that should work.]
"So, did you decide on a law school yet?"
[Ok, we definitely had this conversation last night. Am I still sleeping? Don't tell me I'm dreaming about the UBC/UNB law school debates now. Like I don't think about them enough]
"Um, I think I'm [still] leaning towards UNB. Small classes, you know"
"Well, not to throw a wrench into the works, but you just got a letter. From Dal"
[. . .]
"Sarah?"
"Um, yeah, um, what *kind* of letter?"
"What? Oh, they are 'pleased to make an offer of admission'"
[!!!]
[oh my GOD!]
[ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod]
[shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit]
"YESSSSSS!"
"Yeah, huh? So, what are you gonna do?"
Now there's a question. In the subsequent minutes Dad made it clear that he and Mom are being super-cool. They're willing to walk away from the 900$ deposit we put down on the nice place we found in Fredericton. They're also willing to walk away from the 300$ deposit we put down at UNB. They're willing to pay the deposit at Dal, even if I'm not sure that's where I want to go, just to buy me some time. They're even willing to co-sign the sizable loan I will need to go to Dal, which will cost 30K a year rather than UNB's 15K. They're willing to do anything, but they can't help me make up my mind.
I... don't... know. UBC was easy: too far, to expensive. But Dal? I'm neck deep in UNB: it's really hard to change my mind now. And, having had some time to research it, I've found some things to love about this school: 80 classmates means super-closeness.
But we all know that Fredericton Sucks Ass.
I have 'till Friday to call Dal and pay the deposit. This is huge. So I thought I would share it. I never thought good news would be so difficult to digest.
# posted by Spot @ 11:38 p.m.
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