26 years old. Ex-ex-pat. Wandering Californian. Pseudo historian. Grad student. Queer. Beer enthusiast. Anglophile. Theoretical time traveler. Part time librarian. Full time loser. The usual.
I didn’t get in.
I’m getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow morning and I just took the first dose of the Valium my oral surgeon gave me (and you know your Mom is a nurse when she refers to your doctor not as “Doctor H” or “Martin H” but as “Marty”) about 45 minutes ago and I’m going to go to bed before this turns into Em Liveblogs Her First Time Taking Valium but fuuuuuuuuuuuck I am not happy about this.
Just got off the phone with the college registrar’s office for the FOURTH time asking about the transcripts they are supposed to have sent to my (hopeful) grad program.
They assure me the address was correct, they sent two official transcripts, they went out two Wednesdays ago and again last Thursday. Yet the grad program still does not have them and if they don’t by Friday (the deadline was actually last Friday but they allow 1 week leeway for documents) then I don’t even know.
So help me, if I do not get into this program because of postal service fuckery/general incompetence, there will be vengeance.
Guys I am actually significantly stressed out. I requested these transcripts nearly two months ago. This should not be happening.