the payoff

So I had a POSTITIVELY CRAPTASTIC day yesterday. But if you read through the horrible, there's a great payoff at the end. I promise.

We begin yesterday morning, when I wake up to an email from the LOVELY people at Duke University, saying that they're all set to make decisions, but my transcript is missing, so they can't make a decision about me. This makes me stage a minor freakout in my room, followed by hightailing to the registrar to get another transcript sent.
Turns out it's taking 2-3 days to process transcripts. So I run to the Bursar to pre-pay for a FedEx of my transcript. I then run BACK to the Registrar and beg for my stuff to get sent ASAP.

Then I go to the library. I get all my thesisy goodness spread out, and then I hear my cellphone buzz. It's Thesis Advisor. First thing I think is "SCORE! He's cancelling the meeting!"

Alas, no such luck. He wants to move the meeting up a half hour. At this point, I'm just convinced that there is no good in the world, at least not for me.

Bust through thesis work. Go to meeting.

When I get to my meeting and take off my coat, I discover that SOMEHOW my bra has become unhooked. How this happened I have no idea, but it did. So I'm not only on the hot seat, my bra is undone and I have no subtle way of re-hooking it.

Then I'm on photocopy duty for the class I TA. Aaaaand the copy card dies.

At this point, I'm ready to crawl under a rock and just give up. My head is killing me and I'm getting nothing out of this day. I find The Brad and ultimately end up taking a nap in his floor's lounge and helping him with laundry.

I find K-Fry and we go to buy super secret supplies for super secret things. We have YUMMY dinner at Panera. We come back.

My friend Jacqui had just gotten a job with the Bio department, so I decided to take her out for a beer at MacGregors. Good lord, I needed that like I don't know what. It felt gooooood.

I come home, and I finally check my voice mail. 3 messages--my CA, my hairdresser...

AND WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY IN ST. LOUIS TELLING ME I GOT INTO THEIR PH.D PROGRAM!!!!!!

Turns out that I'd been accepted to grad school since 3:30 yesterday. Yeah.
I of course shriek and start running around my suite, calling parents and friends and celebrating. Colin walks into my room with two beers, pops one open for me, and I celebrate. As The Brad said, I beat college.

I'm freaking going to grad school next year. Woot.

Comments recieved on the fact that I am going to grad school next year:
Sona: we got a ph.d in the house
Bits:congrats my coding queen!
Ryan and Jacqui: and she now owes you a drink and french fries

I have the best friends in the world.