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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

How to have an *Interesting* day.

1) Stay up until 3:00 am doing reading for your 9:00 am class. Stress-inducing factors keeping you awake: "what am I doing next year? What if Toronto doesn't like me? Why haven't I heard from The Viking in weeks, did I make him mad at me? Get up at 8:05.

2) During the ten-minute break for your medieval manuscripts class, lean over in the bathroom and have your wallet fall out of your pocket, into the toilet. Spend the rest of the break washing cards in hot water, washing the wallet in hot water, and throwing out receipts and "collect-ten-stamps" latte cards.

3) After class, have one of your perennial disagreements with the haberdasher'd one. Leave campus half an hour later than planned, with only an hour to do all your errand-running for the dinner you're making. Get stuck behind the slowest women in history at the Med bakery. While in the bakery, your phone rings. It is not your dinner-guest, but a friend from class who wants to know if you have the reading. You are so flustered, you almost leave without the loaf of bread.

4) Rush home. Be thinking to yourself about all the ways you are going to let the legions of curious people in your life know about the Toronto decision, if they ever actually make the decision. Upon arriving home, check the very full mailbox and discover, at the very back, one very full envelope from the University of Toronto. Open whilst standing in the vestibule, loaf of bread in one arm and package from mother in the other. Read the words "I am pleased to offer you..."

5) Stop caring that you are going to be late for your dinner guest. Call the Viking, he invites you out to the pub for a pint.

6) Actually relax.

5 Comments:

  • oh, yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *does happy dance on Alice's behalf*

    By Blogger anna, at 1:43 AM  

  • AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Congratulations!!!!!!!

    By Blogger Vanessa, at 7:13 AM  

  • You totally should have come on Monday for the feast of St. George. Could'a met the ballerina.

    By Blogger Nemo, at 8:27 AM  

  • Everyone here is dancing for you - even the Vapid Paralytic, who has never celebrated on anyone else's behalf. Elliott's steps are a bit off, unable as he is to hear a beat. John is waving his cane in the air while executing his very special "Toronto, Thy Gleaming Spires Beckon" routine ... it's rather on the GESTURAL side, with several prudently timed hip-bumps.
    As for me, I have laced up the tap shoes since nothing less than a military toe-tap with sparklers will do.

    Congratulations, Alice; you're the best.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 9:09 AM  

  • Woohoo! Glorious UT, land of pseudo-Marxist Christian humanists. Hurrah!

    By Blogger Caelius, at 1:50 PM  

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