Rotten Morning (Apologies)

That about sums up this morning. It has been a rotten, rotten morning.

So you know how last night I was so excited because the prof had written back, making me feel all hopeful after I'd felt so sick over it? Yeah. Well, my application didn't get in.

Here's the story:

I don't have a printer, and so last night when I wrote my first email I was in the SCC printing off an application. After, I walked to Rattlers and picked up a few groceries, and, thinking wrongly that the plastic bag they were wrapped in would keep any condensation from my papers, I put it in my backpack to carry home. When I back to my dorm, I realized that somehow I had forgotten to print a resume. I decided that rather than walking back to the SCC (since I live on Northside, that's a 20 minute walk!) I would get up early the next morning and go take care of that part of the application. So I did just that. I got up early this morning, though apparently not early enough. The SCC was PACKED. So, after waiting half an hour, a computer finally came open. I pulled out my application, only to find that the paper was damp, the ink had run, and the entire thing was barely legible. In worse shape, however, was the only written copy I had of the tech application website. I could not read it. At all.

After trying vainly for several minutes to find the page off of memory, I decided to walk to Blocker and see if I could find the web page on any of the flyers posted, since it was past 10 already and I didn't want to not send in an application at all. When I got to Blocker, though, I realized that while the flyers had emails or professors to contact, the actual web page was not listed anywhere. I gave up looking when the clock hit 11. Why? Because that was the due time, my friend. The applications were due at 11. Despite my best efforts, I was screwed.

Sometimes it just feels like the world's against you.

I'm trying really hard to be ok with this. I felt this way when I realized that, despite my best efforts, I was headed to A&M in the fall--and yet this has turned out to be one of the best things to ever happen to me. I'm trying to hope that something good will come out of this incredible disappointment, that maybe I'll be happy, in the end, that things worked out the way they did.

Guess it's time to test my theory.



Signing off (for now), this is Kat...moving right along.