Tuesday, April 24, 2007
The water inspector, the couple from chicago, the hippie and the dream assassin
I went to Flagstaff for the weekend. It was billed as an investigational trip to see if I could live there for three years and to find out more from the PT folks at NAU, but it was also a great excuse to take a day off work.
The good news was that despite the late-April snow and the lack of any store I shop at being in the mall (Old Navy, coming Fall 2007!), I was really into the vibe of the town. I went out on my own on Saturday night and met amazingly cool and friendly people (the adorable county water inspector, the couple from Chicago back from hiking in the Canyon and the hippie hottie). I was wickedly hungover on Sunday, but I later learned it wasn't all because I don't really drink anymore and I'm 31, but ALSO because Flag's at about 6900 feet elevation and if you aren't used to it, high altitude and alcohol don't mix. Where was that in the water inspector's bevy of information about town?
Monday morning I met the dream assassin. He wasn't rude, he wasn't mean, he was just straightforward about my shot at getting into a program with a 1 in 10 acceptance rate. And, well, let's just say, I had forgotten just how much of this process is about what schools want me, not the other way around. Doesn't mean shit that I liked Flag if NAU doesn't think I make the grade. So I slumped back to my car, overwhelmed at all I need to do to become a more ideal candidate and fearful that my undergraduate GPA will haunt me forever.
And then my iPod refused to work. Like the apple icon wouldn't even come up. Making my 4 hour drive oh so fun. And the snow, can I just mention the SNOW again?
Luckily, there was salvation in the form of the outlet mall north of Phoenix. Now, my new shoes and I need to go to class. But tomorrow I'll figure out how to turn the dream assassin's comments into a list of things to do, not a list of shortcomings.
The good news was that despite the late-April snow and the lack of any store I shop at being in the mall (Old Navy, coming Fall 2007!), I was really into the vibe of the town. I went out on my own on Saturday night and met amazingly cool and friendly people (the adorable county water inspector, the couple from Chicago back from hiking in the Canyon and the hippie hottie). I was wickedly hungover on Sunday, but I later learned it wasn't all because I don't really drink anymore and I'm 31, but ALSO because Flag's at about 6900 feet elevation and if you aren't used to it, high altitude and alcohol don't mix. Where was that in the water inspector's bevy of information about town?
Monday morning I met the dream assassin. He wasn't rude, he wasn't mean, he was just straightforward about my shot at getting into a program with a 1 in 10 acceptance rate. And, well, let's just say, I had forgotten just how much of this process is about what schools want me, not the other way around. Doesn't mean shit that I liked Flag if NAU doesn't think I make the grade. So I slumped back to my car, overwhelmed at all I need to do to become a more ideal candidate and fearful that my undergraduate GPA will haunt me forever.
And then my iPod refused to work. Like the apple icon wouldn't even come up. Making my 4 hour drive oh so fun. And the snow, can I just mention the SNOW again?
Luckily, there was salvation in the form of the outlet mall north of Phoenix. Now, my new shoes and I need to go to class. But tomorrow I'll figure out how to turn the dream assassin's comments into a list of things to do, not a list of shortcomings.
# posted by kristen : 4:50 PM
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Number 38,497 on the list of reasons why I love Kristen? She can turn pain into art. The "dream assassin"? Pure genius. Sorry about the experience, K--but your attitude, as always, rocks. Hang in there...
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