I had a conversation today with a Virginia Tech admissions representative, because I was concerned about the fact that I hadn’t heard from them.
- Hi, I’m calling about the status of my transfer application.
- It appears your application has been withdrawn.
- It says here that we didn’t recieve your FLCC transcript. Wait, it’s right here. Hold on.
- … Ten minutes later…
- You are being offered admissions for fall 2006 to the College of Agriculture and Life Sciences.
I didn’t really say “w00t”. That would’ve been cool though.
I’ve pretty much (through the help of an email conversation) gotten over the whole maroon/orange thing. No, that doesn’t mean I like orange. It just means I’ve come to terms with it.
My mom is kinda silly sometimes.
- So you get to sleep in tomorrow, right?
- Nope, I gotta work
- What are you going to do?
- Same thing we do every night, Pinky: try to take over the world!
I’ve recently joined a cult: The cult of moleskine. Moleskines are sewn-bound notebooks with covers of with oilcloth covered cardboard. The cardboard part doesn’t sound as glamorous, but it makes it much more effective as a cover.
When I say cult, I mean it with the admiration normally reserved for RHPS, not the morbid fascination that goes with Kool-Aid cults. There is a huge internet following. To be perfectly honest, I never understood it until I held one in my hands. That fateful day in Barnes & Noble, I picked up my very first (and certainly not last) Small Ruled Moleskine. I haven’t been able to bring myself to write in it yet. I’m still waiting for the shinyness to wear off. I did come up with an interesting solution to a problem that enthusiasts seem to be having trouble with: labelling. By attaching different colored ribbons, I’ve created an attractive coding system. I think it’s attractive, anyhow.
The semester, and my time at Cobleskill, is drawing to close. I don’t know if it’s going to, but the whole looking back and reminiscing and missing everyone thing hasn’t hit me yet.
I wasn’t able to find an internship with a vet in my area, and not for lack of trying. I sent rÃ©sumÃ©s all over, called everyone, and the one place that offered any hope filled the spot while I was in the middle of trying to set it up. GAH! I did find a place in Indiana which does wildlife rehabilitation, so I’m going out there. Steven has an apartment there starting in June, so I’ll stay the summer with him, get a part-time job, and get some animal work experience.
I haven’t gotten any letters from colleges yet, so I don’t know what my new school colors will be.
Anything would be better than black and orange . I’m not worried, but I am a bit annoyed. I do have preparations to make.