I think I may have gotten into law school. Yea, it's kind of open ended and ambiguous like that.
I received an email from the law school's activity committee that said "Welcome!" Which confused me because I had received neither a large acceptance envelope nor a (always depressing) small rejection envelope. So I made a few clicks to the admissions status website which said the decision had been mailed on Monday.
I'm taking this as a sign that I got in. If I didn't get in then that activity committee is SADISTIC and mean.
It's not my number one school, it's not even my number 5 school, but it does mean that if I don't get into schools 1-5 that I at least don't have to move to Mexico and become a waitress from the shame of not managing to get into law school two years in a row.
It's a very appreciable weight lifted off my shoulders.
Maybe.
Damn envelope.
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- Jen
- When I was 5 I starred as a precocious toe-head in a popular sitcom that lasted for three seasons and can still be seen in syndication on Pax TV. At the age of 8 I had a botched nosejob that couldn't be repaired until my features matured, effectively ruining what critics had hailed as the beginning of a promising career. Luckily, my financial manager took the bulk of my earnings from the show and invested in his high school best friend's risky upstart tech company known as Apple. Now that my hundreds of thousands are now millions I live on a large compound in the hills of Hollywood and breed shitz-a-poos for fun. While I spend most of my time petitioning the American Kennel Association to recognize my new breed I also enjoy the olive bar at Whole Foods, learning Spanish from my housekeeper Helga, and frivolous lawsuits. None of this is true, but if it was, I wouldn't have a blog.
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