Is it just me, or is the fastest way to turn someone neurotic is to remind them of their failures by placing them close to the places they would have been had they succeeded? Whine, whine, whine, but as I'm making this update from the release party of the sci-fi journal that didn't accept my submission -- well, of the seven people present here, six of them have free copies of issue three, either because they are editors or contributors.
Make that eight. And yep, she's getting a free copy, too.
Guess who has to pay for his?
Also, most of my classes take place in Loew Hall. It's a stone's throw away from the Paul G. Allen Atrium -- the heartbrain of the university CS department, and where I know I'd be had I remembered to apply on time, before all of my grades tumbled winter quarter (and sealed, spring quarter).
Probably what infuriates me the most about all of this is that I HAVE demonstrated the ability to succeed in the past -- just not when it mattered.
Oh great, now I'm fighting back tears. I can't even be mature about this.
I dunno. I just seem to be incapable of having a good time in a place where I'm not accepted.
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