Janterm, you're showing yourself to be quite the heartbreaker.
I arrived here last night for January Term. All the lights in the mod were off, because I was the first to arrive. Also, I was the last to leave back in December. I guess I just love this place too much. I spent the first night here with my knitting, a big plate of spaghetti bolognese, and a Law and Order SVU marathon. I felt an overwhelming sense of hope for the coming month.
Then came the morning. I dragged my tired old ass out of bed for my 10am class for which I was waitlisted for. Then I proceeded to realize I had left a bunch of my clothes back in New York. But that soon became the least of my worries. In the next hour, I would slice my finger while opening a package of lox, and then rush to class precariously balancing a cup of coffee only to show up late.
This all would have been worth it had I actually gotten into the course, but upon seeing how many other people were on the waitlist as well, and seeing my spot in relation to theirs, the professor and I both agreed I probably wouldn't be able to enroll.
I'm miffed because this was basically the only writing class available this January that wasn't limited to first year students. I have a backup plan, and I'll give it a shot, but I really don't want to settle. So if I don't like the backup plan, I'll just spend this month bumming around, working on my Division 2 contract, and planning the summer.
It's good that I believe everything happens for a reason, otherwise I'd be really freaking out now.
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