alternate
So, I got email from the other grad school (the one I didn't expect to get accepted to, only applied as a long-shot) and they want to place me on their "alternate" list.
I'm nobody's second choice. If they don't trip over themselves to snatch me up, well, then eff 'em.
It's all good - actually a weight off. I mean, I would have considered it seriously, but I knew I didn't have the math background they require (I said I'd go to summer school if accepted, but I was about 2 years behind). I like math fine, just haven't done higher math because I had too many other things to do.
Richard (what I call the dog, because last night there was a wrong number, asking for "Richard") is still here. Poor little guy - he's totally sweet, but not sappy. He has little fur, so he was freezing his little butt off last night, and when I saw him this morning in the garage I picked him up hoping to warm him and he let me but he screamed in pain - apparently he has some broken ribs. Oy. He wouldn't let us touch him at all yesterday, but now I walked across the front lawn where he's sunning himself and he even rolled on his back to let me rub his belly. This morning I gave him the chicken I had kept for salad, and he likes me just fine now.
Oy, I can't take responsibility for him, and he breaks my heart - he's a really, really good dog. We kept the garage open a bit for him last night and we fed him, and now he's not going anywhere. This is so sad.
The kid I mentioned yesterday whom I told about my trip, he spent my conference period in my classroom. I realized he looks just like those Aztec drawings. He has the Nahuatl nose. He was asking me questions about the camp and said I really need to take Dayton a PlayStation2. And I would like to - actually had looked at them first - but it's like $250. I ain't got anywhere near that kind of cash now. And I said, "Look, I appreciate your advice and your bullying me here, but I would feel a little strange taking romantic advice from a 17-year-old." He did, however, think it was the coolest thing ever that I'm doing, though wonders why on earth I don't just get an American boyfriend because that'd be so much easier.
Ah yes, that is the question.
Because I don't do boyfriends like alternates.
I'm nobody's second choice. If they don't trip over themselves to snatch me up, well, then eff 'em.
It's all good - actually a weight off. I mean, I would have considered it seriously, but I knew I didn't have the math background they require (I said I'd go to summer school if accepted, but I was about 2 years behind). I like math fine, just haven't done higher math because I had too many other things to do.
Richard (what I call the dog, because last night there was a wrong number, asking for "Richard") is still here. Poor little guy - he's totally sweet, but not sappy. He has little fur, so he was freezing his little butt off last night, and when I saw him this morning in the garage I picked him up hoping to warm him and he let me but he screamed in pain - apparently he has some broken ribs. Oy. He wouldn't let us touch him at all yesterday, but now I walked across the front lawn where he's sunning himself and he even rolled on his back to let me rub his belly. This morning I gave him the chicken I had kept for salad, and he likes me just fine now.
Oy, I can't take responsibility for him, and he breaks my heart - he's a really, really good dog. We kept the garage open a bit for him last night and we fed him, and now he's not going anywhere. This is so sad.
The kid I mentioned yesterday whom I told about my trip, he spent my conference period in my classroom. I realized he looks just like those Aztec drawings. He has the Nahuatl nose. He was asking me questions about the camp and said I really need to take Dayton a PlayStation2. And I would like to - actually had looked at them first - but it's like $250. I ain't got anywhere near that kind of cash now. And I said, "Look, I appreciate your advice and your bullying me here, but I would feel a little strange taking romantic advice from a 17-year-old." He did, however, think it was the coolest thing ever that I'm doing, though wonders why on earth I don't just get an American boyfriend because that'd be so much easier.
Ah yes, that is the question.
Because I don't do boyfriends like alternates.
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