University

So today I got a letter from the university. 3 days ahead of the time they said they’d tell people. The envelope was large, the size of an A4. I expected the worst but hoped for the best, confused, wondering why it came so early. 

I peeled it open, my dad wanted to pause the dvd I was watching, but I said it was ok, keep watching, I’ve seen it anyway. So I opened it and pulled it out. 

You have not been accepted.

Oh well. Wait. Oh look, there’s a bunch of tickboxes down here. Hmm. 

Because of your: 
X - Portfolio 

Ah. Nice. Right. Oh well. I wasn’t expecting to get in anyway. But damn it, I wanted to. If I had though, it would have been something akin to winning the lottery - tremendously against the odds. 

I wish they said more precisely what’s wrong with my portfolio. Sure, I’m not Michaelangelo, but if I were, I wouldn’t be trying to improve myself, would I? 

Oh well. 

The funny thing is, about 10 minutes later, a character on the dvd got accepted into some sort of a scholarship or thingy. Ha. But she gets shot very soon after that, so that’s fine by me. I’d rather stay alive and not get accepted, tyvm. 

I feel a little.. disappointed. Mostly because they were so convinced that I was so crap that they made up their mind this many days ahead of schedule. 

Ahh, I’m not out of options. I feel a little hollow now. Not as crushed as I should be. Not as happy as I should be. At least I don’t have problems with the interview dates overlapping with my next trip. Hmmhrhh. 
Headache. 

I think I need to go mooch in some corner somewhere. Incidentally, my internet has been verrrrry verrry bad lately. Keeps cutting out. Wonder what’s up with that. 

My poor bruised ego…