Sorry about that… I got busy.
I finally sat down, made a list of schools I’m applying to, what I need to get done to complete each application and its supplementary materials, and am in the process of doing them. I have two that are due on March 15. I still have to finish filling out the applications themselves (mostly done, but some essays and blank fields to fill out yet). The other colleges aren’t due until April. Next up I need to get those financial aid and scholarship applications taken care of. Immediately. Deadlines are almost up.
I took that test last Monday (got a 90), and took another on Tuesday. I’ll get the grade today, but from what I’ve heard through the grapevine, it doesn’t sound promising. He’s unhappy with how the class did overall. Great. On a more positive note, the same professor wrote me a glowing recommendation. It brought me up for the rest of the day. I know I’m a good student, but I’ve been really stressed and hard on myself lately; I needed the validation. I feel so much better now!
In other, perhaps more important news, I celebrated 12 years of sobriety on Sunday! Cool, eh? Hah! It’s more important, yet I give it less space. Here. It takes up more room in my mind and in my heart, though, rest assured.
What else? I just broke a tooth. Biting into a nice soft slice of pizza. It’s not painful, exactly, but it does ache a bit. Hello dentist, here I come. (funny note: I actually typed “Hell dentist” at first, forgetting the “o” until I reread this entry. Make of that what you will.)
Yikes! Just saw the time… I’ll be late for class!
I’ll be visiting you soon, I promise.