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Life of the Bored and Taskless.

Monday, January 31, 2005

Well, bloggita, it's been awhile. I guess I'll catch up on things with you.

I had a very interesting conversation about 10 minutes ago. Basically, I called DeSales University, and told them my situation.

Situation: Applied in October. October 20th: received letter stating that they have received all application materials and I would hear from them within 4-6 weeks.

After being shoved from person to person (similar to the Ali/Jess Bowman tug-of-wars with my arms in 3rd grade)in the admissions office, I talked with some dude.

Me: Uh hi. I applied to DeSales in October, and I got a letter back saying that I'd hear within 4 to 6 weeks if I was accepted and...I haven't heard anything yet.

Mr. Dude: Oh, ok. What's your name.

Me: Jacqueline Baker.

Dude Man: Is that J-a-c-l-y-n? There aren't others ways to spell that, are there?

Me: It's J-a-c-q-u-e-l-i-n-e, and actually, there are a lot of different ways.

Dr. Dudie Howser: Oh, like J-a-c-k-i-l-y-n? I don't know. I'm not good with spelling. Hold on, I'm going to go look through things.


So the dude wonder looked for things, and after about 3 minutes, he came back:

Brother Dude: It seems that we don't have your application.

Me: What? I got the letter that said all of the application materials were received...

The Dudester: Ok, what is your phone number.

Me: 1-800-B____ (Not really, but I can't type it here. That would be awesome, though.)

Mighty Dude: Alright, I'm going to go look some more, and I'll call you back. Ok?

Me: Yes, thank you.


And now I think I'm going to vomit, which is the state in which I woke up today...hence the not-going-to-school-ness.

Shit. I can't believe that they don't have it. And I'm sure with the brain surgeon admissions guy who repeatedly asked me what high school I go to (then responding with "cool"), this won't turn out wonderfully. Say good bye to that full tuition scholarship the interviewer hinted at, Jacquie.

Man, it's been a lovely day week. The South people left on Friday, which was another excellent day. Christina and I had our last choir class together, and while singing "Choose Something Like A Star" we both started to cry...and cry...and I couldn't control myself for at least another half hour. I still can't believe I did that in front of everyone, but I've known these people for quite awhile and I have a hard time adjusting to change. I don't believe that I've ever really "embraced" change, which is why college seems to loom overhead like a storm cloud.

And my uncle has lung cancer now.

Like they say, "Woo, senior year!" My thoughts exactly.

At least I have dinner to look forward to, and choir practice, which is usually not something that people enjoy. It's not home, nor school, so I'll take it.

Happy February.

4:48 PM | Jacquie | 0 comments links to this post

Thursday, January 06, 2005

I wanted to tell you that they didn't want me to see you...
I wanted to tell you how worried I was...
I wanted to tell you that I was sorry for my ungrateful attitude...
I wanted to tell you that I missed you...
I wanted to tell you that I needed you...
I wanted to tell you that I loved you...so I did...

I told you that I was going to go, and in a cracked voice you said, "Ok."

I passed the phone to the other child, and when the phone came back my way...you told me that you loved me. In that same cracked voice. "I love you too." We parted ways on paths of tears.

Everything is not alright, but it's stabilized.

I love you, Uncle Charles.

8:48 PM | Jacquie | 0 comments links to this post

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