I spend the day in Hyde Park touring University of Chicago. It was a beautiful day, and it's a gorgeous campus. I met with the co-director of the MAPH program (who I was pleased to see had several Flannery O'Connor books in his office), as well as the program coordinator and one of the mentors.
I really, really want to go there.
When I got home, I checked the mail and found the transcript I ordered from JMU. The big fat 2.970 stared me in the face and said, "You aren't getting into grad school, jackass." Then it punched me in the balls.
4 comments:
yikes.
Something about this picture terrifies me. If you're going to spend the summer lying on my deck, we're going to have to figure out a way to hold up your bangs, thus enabling your whole face to tan.
Oh, naive Lisa. You misunderstood. I don't really get tan lines so much as I get "burn lines." Because I don't tan.
Have you ever seen a redhead with a tan?
Equal opportunity burning then. :)
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