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| Back in 852!!!!!!
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| "I'm sorry if we led you to believe that the number of courses above the 100 level was the only obstacle to our approval.
In conclusion, we felt that your interests, talents, and studies abroad could be well represented in a cover letter or faculty letter of reference to future employers or graduate programs which would in no way be diminished with a single major in Music."
So, after 2 whole semesters of hard work.
After all that work.
Maybe saying no and shutting doors in the faces of people makes an institution feels more authoritative.
Kind of sad I have gotten used to this such that my roommate is even more enraged than I am reading this email.
At least they're letting me go to (well, apply to) Dublin now, I tell myself. Can't even be bothered to scream 'screw this place', for it has been generous, in many other ways.
Maybe, you cannot have the best of two worlds, ever.
Getting tamed, maybe?
And then all of a sudden I start remembering my past life, or lives, maybe. Something that hasn't happened for a long while.
Too far away.
Too far.
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| When things seem too much to handle, I wish there were a city in the sky somewhere I can go to.
I wish there were somewhere else to go. | | |
| recent favourite - doesn't have a reason, just feel like listening to it.
Talking with Martin is always great, always. Doesn't matter whether we're in his tree house office, in Collin's cafe, in the media lab, or in skypeland.
How they do things here still makes me sick, and I don't think that's ever going to change. But talking with Martin always sort things out.
Spring break in less than 2 weeks.
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| It snowed again, after a week of very warm weather. Man I almost thought spring was here.
:(
But alas, life is good.
The tide has turned - people getting into study abroad programmes, decreasing the distance with loved ones, summer plans, be it language school, prospective research projects, classes getting better, taking classes off campus, fully utilizing the school's resources, meeting amazing people, doing things that we feel passionate about.
After all that turmoil and struggles.
the feeling of being-so-wasted-because-I-cared-but-he-did-not.
3 semester of what-the-fuck-is-going-on-with-this-damn-women's-college.
Finally.
The tide has turned.
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