||[Feb. 14th, 2006|06:09 pm]
This story begins on February 13, 2006 around 10:00pm.|
I arrived home from play rehearsal overwhelmed by all the work I needed to accomplish. After being talken to strictly by my Spanish teacher, I knew that I needed to do a good resumen on top of all the other work I had. On Thursday, my first Dickens paper for Mr. Christian is due, and I'm nervous because I haven't yet written a paper for him, nor am I completely clear about the assignment, but I want to do well on it so he will have a positive impression of me aside from my love of C.S. Lewis.
I had planned to come home and get straight to work on my Dickens paper. And my plan was going well. After getting out of the shower, I started up my computer, and I even opened "A Christmas Carol, The Chimes, and The Chricket on the Hearth." But then I made the mistake of getting online. But this isn't the typical "I procrastinated because I was online" story. Oh no, this is far from it.
james: hey! how are you?
me: eh, not that well --> you see I wasn't that well because I had so much work.
james: oh, bad news from wesleyan?
me: come again?
james: yeah nina got in. what about you???
So I ran downstairs to see if the mail had come. My mom fed me some line about how the mail hadn't come. I thought she was lying to me. But in fact, our mailbox and been knocked down by a snow plow and our mail was undelivered. I was so nervous. I needed to know if I had gotten accepted. "I'll go to the post office! I'll beat down the doors! I NEED TO KNOW!"
It was 10:30 and the post office was closed.
My mom told me that she would go to the post office at 8:30 the next morning to pick it up.
I fell asleep around 1. I hadn't done any work. I woke up at 3 and threw up a few times. I was nervous. So nervous.
I didn't go back to sleep. At 6:20 I got dressed for school and left my house.
During Calc I snuck out to call my mom. I went into Ms. C's office where I was greeted by Ms. C, Ms. Sorel, and Ms. Detorie.
I called my mom.
mom: you wont be happy
mom: you didn't get in
mom: I'm sorry.
I hung up the phone, turned around, and fell into Ms. C's arms sobbing.
I had to go back to Calc. Upon my return I was informed that I had missed the Traveling Men serenades. Great.
I got a 52 on my math test.
Then I went to Gilman. Mr. Christian and I talked about the Chronicles of Narnia.
I saw the Traveling Men in the stairwell and they sang "Yellow." That's one of my favorite songs.
The rest of the day sucked.
I spit on your campus, Wesleyan, and then I apologize, beg forgiveness, and plead for you to accept me in April.
Happy Valentine's Day!
(I've spared you some of the details about the SGA project, the tech department hating me, talking to the college counselors, etc, etc.)