Yesterday went well. Two delivery guys expected. They not only completed their jobs, but they came on time. So I had a full two hours where I didn't know what to do with myself. No reason to stay in the apartment. I could have done anything. Gone anywhere. So I stayed in my apartment. But at least I had the choice to leave as opposed to waiting for strange men.
On the up and up, I have TV reception now. The only addition to my apartment I'm still waiting for is my internet access.
Just got an e-mail about said internet access...the activation date has been pushed back a week. Of course.
Any-hoo, my class met in the public library last night. Tres cool and modern. Plus I got to walk to parts of the town I haven't explored yet (who am I kidding, that's most of the town). But I do foresee a considerable amount of time spent at Mr. library.
On the walk home, I got a call from my dad. He seemed excited. That made me nervous. He kept insisting that my mom pick up on the other line. More nervousness. Finally, my mom got my dad to comprehend that he'd called me on his new cell phone (the same model as mine, so he can ask me questions when he runs into trouble operating it) and there was no possible way for her to pick up a phone and be a part of our conversation. Silly father.
My parents got some mail for me from Vermont College. I've been accepted into their graduate program! ... A little late, don't you think.
I found myself asking my dad if this was a joke even though my parents aren't the kind of people to play cruel jokes. The word "Seriously?!" kept coming out of my mouth.
Frankly, I'd assumed Vermont had rejected me. The "interview" I went to wasn't nearly as enjoyable as Chatham's and lasted for no more than 20 minutes. Instead of preparing me for acceptance the woman I spoke with used the term "If you're rejected..." and generally made the program seem to prestigious for the unemployed-not-working-at-Disney likes of me.
While I was abroad my parents never mentioned Vermont, so I assumed I'd been rejected and they were choosing not to tell me so I wouldn't have to be sad while abroad. Then I got home and there was a lack of mail from Vermont. I assumed they'd rejected me, but hadn't gotten around to telling me. The punks.
If the acceptance had come several weeks earlier, I might have had a tough decision, but considering I've already started classes and I'm finally close to living comfortably in a new city, I don't think I'll be moving out any time soon.
It still feels good to be accepted on the basis of the "quality of [my] manuscript and the insights expressed in [my] essay." Plus now I get to think things like "both schools that specialized in the subjects I wanted to study accepted me." Gives a girl/writer a little of her self-esteem back. Yeah to having self-esteem!
