midday thoughts

The admissions dude I wrote the appeal letter to will make the decision for me. I'll have to accept whichever fate he hands to me. I have visions of getting the email on my phone. My heart racing, my fingers jumping quickly to it, and skimming it for key words and phrases like "unfortunately" and "we regret" and "best of luck."

In that case, I'll persist for a while, and when my efforts fail, I'll go from there. I wouldn't mind having a job for a year and not having school. It may give me more of a defined conscience and direction.

These things are just on my mind.