I wonder how many people don’t survive the application process. I wonder how many croak while looking at scholarships. What a way to go. I could be next. I’m waiting for my third thing… Yesterday, merely carrying yard waste to the street, a large plank alighted in mine eye, soest I could not remove said plank until many hours later. And today, still recovering, red-eyed, bleary, scratchy, sleepless, I dislocated my jaw momentarily eating breakfast cereal. There is so much on my mind, my body is losing out!
I slept little last night. Woke up every time I rolled over onto my left side, afraid perhaps there still resided a partial tree, which would become aggravated, and cause vision loss, at the very least… I dreamt a lot. Once of the slacker I know, who came into work and said, I have left the deadbeat boyfriend for good, I am going to do something with my life, and I quit, ha ha ha! And she stood there with her hands on her hips and refused to give two weeks’ notice. I was very happy for her, though, because it was about gosh-darn time she did something to better her life. Rather than just complaining about it, and trying to drag everyone around her into the pit of despair.
Then I dreamt I was helping my exchange student to pack, and when we removed the borrowed mattress, I found several LARGE vegetables (ie: cucumbers, a couple heads of lettuce) under the bed, for he’d planned to make a snack to take on the flight. And every time I tried to help remove the mattress (mah-TRESS), like pulling off the sheets, and dropping them on the floor because there was no where else to put them, he would freak out. Suddenly, the floor was covered in stuffed animals and humongous dust bunnies, dirt and slivers and mud clods. Eww. Then he pulled out a sealed cardboard box in order to find his transcripts, and I said, no, please don’t! And he tore off the brown tape, pulled out some papers, and between them… cockroaches, four to five inches long, sort of yellowy in color on the wings, otherwise dark. I grabbed a shoe, tried to squish, alas, they were fast, and much too large. I acquired some bug spray, and found a leafless bush covered in cockroaches, which had come from another sealed box. Noooo! Please stop opening things! I told you the fraternity from whence you came was unclean! At which point my mother showed up to help carry things to the car (which is funny, as she’s not very strong), and I was mortified that she might find either the vegetables or the bugs, so I tried to keep her downstairs.
This dream morphed into one in which my sister wanted to go to the mall, and mon oncle said, I’ll drive you! So my uncle drove, I sat next in the truck, then my sister, quietly, and my father against the door. It started snowing. A little early in the season, but what can you do? Halfway there, as my uncle was trying to turn right onto a highway, my sister said, “But where are we going?” I said, “To the nearest mall.” She said, “But I wanted to go to Oakview.” I said, “But it’s too far away, and it’s snowing, and I still have to take Uenal to the airport.” She shut up, but fumed, silently and perfectly. I realized then that she never spoke up when her desires were different from what was acceptable, or expectable. So my uncle tried to turn onto the next highway, then the next. Then he said, “I’m not sure which street to take now that it’s snowing.” I advised him toward the interstate, and as we got on, we passed a line of cars, maybe ten, maybe twenty, all low-built, and wheels spinning. But we were in a truck, so we were okay–until my uncle started to doze off. The truck veered to the right. My father snored comatose against the door. My sister sat primly. I grabbed the wheel and pushed it a little left, then said, “Please watch where you’re going.” But something was wrong, and we veered, and he kept falling asleep. After about the third time, we ended up in a humongous fluffy snow bank.
Is it any wonder I’m tired today, after a night like that?
And today, reading through the schools I’ve found which have the program, trying to discard some, based on whatever tiny intuitive flick says, Maybe not there. The rest go into the ‘maybe’ pile, to be contacted, or shunned, later.
And then scholarship searches? Fulbright, anyone? Start it six weeks in advance? Six weeks ago, this school thing was merely an inkling in my head. Six weeks ago it seemed my summer would go on forever, my exchange student would always be around… I guess they do have to guard against the whims of the insane.
I now count fifty-one schools I need to sort through. 47 or 51? Not much difference. I’m sure I discounted a few in the first count, ones I knew I didn’t want to attend. But now? What is the great secret to picking a school? I found this marvelous website which allows me to compare, based on student surveys, how they felt about the schools, and rank them. www.tqi.ac.uk There was another site, which was not as user friendly, which I might attempt to find again later, which has things listed like student retention, et al.
wish me luck,
night,
dawn
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