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Saturday, January 18th, 2003I've been feeling distinctly nervous all week. On Wednesday, I handed in my application for an academic exchange. If everything works out, I will be attending either Edinburgh U., Glasgow U., Leeds U. or the University of Belfast next January. I won't find out if I got in until the end of February, and after that I have to meet with the head of the English and History departments to figure out classes and credits. Plus, there are pre-exchange meetings and housing arrangements for the term to be dealt with. And then there's the fact that there are more people applying than will be accepted, so I have no idea what my chances are. Ah well. Let's cross our fingers and hope for the best. I've also been dealing with Kingston housing arrangements for next year. Vanessa and I are staying in the house, so we've got Geoff, Cat and Geoff's housemate Catherine coming to live here next September. Which still leaves one person to find. So we've been meeting with people all day today. Actually, it was only three people for about half an hour each, but it feels like that took up all day. The kids we met were all pretty weird, too. I guess that's what you get when first years replying to adverts on their own. They're invariably a bit socially inept or odd. We've got one more person to see tomorrow, then we have to pick one. Hopefully whomever we pick won't turn out to be too strange. The third thing I've done recently was get a haircut. I did that this morning, at some fancy place called Echo down by the lakefront. Despite the fancy atmosphere, though, it was one of the cheapest haircuts I've ever had. And it was nice. Nice-ish. All in all, it was okay. I feel prettier. I feel cleaner. And the world continues to exist. So everything must be okay. And hey! Look! It's a cowboy!
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