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May. 29th, 2009 01:48 pmMy house is full of these gigantic moths. I looked for an egg case or a former cocoon but my understanding of moth biology is weak at best, and I didn't find anything near big enough to contain the fifteen I've shooed outside in the last twenty four hours.
Yesterday, I ran a yellow light directly in front of a cop. He didn't blink. Three weeks ago, I was pulled over because my tail light wasn't red enough. Oh, Albuquerque.
I didn't get into medical school. I'm forty-seventh on the alternate list, and there are fourteen open spots. It's not going to happen this year.
I have been shockingly ok with this. I honestly expected to cry a little. But no. I'm choosing to see this as "I'm the top thirty they didn't pick!" I have an exit interview with the dean of admissions next Wednesday to see what I could do better.
Next year.
Yesterday, I ran a yellow light directly in front of a cop. He didn't blink. Three weeks ago, I was pulled over because my tail light wasn't red enough. Oh, Albuquerque.
I didn't get into medical school. I'm forty-seventh on the alternate list, and there are fourteen open spots. It's not going to happen this year.
I have been shockingly ok with this. I honestly expected to cry a little. But no. I'm choosing to see this as "I'm the top thirty they didn't pick!" I have an exit interview with the dean of admissions next Wednesday to see what I could do better.
Next year.
