So my interview was at 10am this morning. I drove to the Sunset Transit Center to take the MAX in, since PSU is downtown & I didn't want to search for a place to park or deal with traffic. I was expecting to get on the 8:57 train, which would give me plenty of time to get there. It didn't come. Neither did the 9:05 train. I didn't wait around to see if the 9:12 train was coming. I hobbled back to the car (did I mention it's 28 degrees and windy today?) because I couldn't feel my feet & drove in. Surprisingly, there was no traffic & I got to campus quickly. I found a parking space, but I needed to put money in the meter. I had dumped all my change on the table last night for the tip at dinner. I searched my car and surprisingly found enough money for two hours.
The interview wasn't too terrible. I feel like I could have said more intelligent stuff, but I think that as long as I said enough intelligent stuff for them to write down, it doesn't matter how many "um's" and "uh's" I said. Right? Either way, I'll know in three weeks.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Stress
Last week I won tickets to see a play through KINK, the radio station that I listen to when I listen to the radio and not my brand new IPod that my wonderful husband bought me for Valentine's Day (just had to add that). I had to reschedule one of my home visits in order to go to the play.
I picked Paul up from work last night, drove to the MAX and took the train into town. When we got there, I realized that I'd left the tickets in the car. I almost started crying, but since my husband is the clear thinking one of the bunch, we went to the PCPA (Portland Center for the Performing Arts) to see what they could do for us. When I got there and told them that I was an idiot and that I'd left the tickets in the car, the woman looked me up on the computer.
"That's not your only problem," she told me.
"Why?" I asked, thinking that there were no more seats.
"Because your tickets were for yesterday's performance," she replied.
OK, so I'm a little stressed out about this grad school thing and can't remember anything. I was trying to tell Paul a story last night and forgot half of my vocabulary. I honestly couldn't remember the word "offended."
In the end, the woman gave us new tickets. That was sweet of her. If she hadn't it wouldn't have been a big deal, I would've felt just as stupid as always. The play was funny. It was called "The Intelligent Design of Jenny Chow." If it ever comes to your area, go see it. I reccommend it. And if I reccommend it, then you know it's good shit.
So today is the day. After today I will stop being a stressed out crazy bitch.
OK, well, that was a flat out lie, but I'll say anything right now if it means I'll get into grad school.
I picked Paul up from work last night, drove to the MAX and took the train into town. When we got there, I realized that I'd left the tickets in the car. I almost started crying, but since my husband is the clear thinking one of the bunch, we went to the PCPA (Portland Center for the Performing Arts) to see what they could do for us. When I got there and told them that I was an idiot and that I'd left the tickets in the car, the woman looked me up on the computer.
"That's not your only problem," she told me.
"Why?" I asked, thinking that there were no more seats.
"Because your tickets were for yesterday's performance," she replied.
OK, so I'm a little stressed out about this grad school thing and can't remember anything. I was trying to tell Paul a story last night and forgot half of my vocabulary. I honestly couldn't remember the word "offended."
In the end, the woman gave us new tickets. That was sweet of her. If she hadn't it wouldn't have been a big deal, I would've felt just as stupid as always. The play was funny. It was called "The Intelligent Design of Jenny Chow." If it ever comes to your area, go see it. I reccommend it. And if I reccommend it, then you know it's good shit.
So today is the day. After today I will stop being a stressed out crazy bitch.
OK, well, that was a flat out lie, but I'll say anything right now if it means I'll get into grad school.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Grad School Interview
So after a couple weeks of feeling sick and imagining that I won't get into grad school, I got my letter for my interview yesterday. I did a little dance by the mailbox, then nearly threw up when I realized that I would have to talk to people. Hali said she'll help me pick out an outfit to wear. We'll have to make a date soon. I'm starting to fantasize, but I need to hold off until I actually get in. Either way, I have an interview, and I don't have to go to work on Friday!
In other news, my wonderful hubby bought me an Ipod for valentine's day. I have to be very careful not to break the bank downloading music from Itunes now. It will be difficult.
We're off for the "Worst Day of the Year Ride" today. Luckily, it's supposed to be sunny & in the 50's. We're doing the 40 mile loop to Hillsboro. The Lucky Lab will be a welcome sight when we're done.
In other news, my wonderful hubby bought me an Ipod for valentine's day. I have to be very careful not to break the bank downloading music from Itunes now. It will be difficult.
We're off for the "Worst Day of the Year Ride" today. Luckily, it's supposed to be sunny & in the 50's. We're doing the 40 mile loop to Hillsboro. The Lucky Lab will be a welcome sight when we're done.
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