In a classic twist of the "it happens as soon as you mention it" plot,
...I have been accepted to the Highly Selective Science Program!
I actually squeaked aloud when I read the letter. It was a beautiful moment. I am now officially, definitely, irrevocably, a nerd.
I'm going to be singing, skipping, and picking flowers all the way to my dentist's appointment this morning. And on the way back, too.
That's how happy I am.
...I have been accepted to the Highly Selective Science Program!
I actually squeaked aloud when I read the letter. It was a beautiful moment. I am now officially, definitely, irrevocably, a nerd.
I'm going to be singing, skipping, and picking flowers all the way to my dentist's appointment this morning. And on the way back, too.
That's how happy I am.
3 comments:
Congratulations, well done.
(As a totally irrelevant aside did you know Johnny Cash spent a night in Starkville City Jail for picking flowers - May 11, 1965. Useless fact of the day! So I hope you survived both the dentist and flower-picking.)
Thank you!
(I survived the dentist [barely, as dentist visits are wont to go], but sadly did not find any flowers to pick, which means I won't have to go to jail! Ah, pop stars run amok of the law!)
This has to be a Good Thing from the point of view of becoming a famous scientist. In my experience people who are as talented as you obviously are are often gifted in many fields. I hope that you become famous in the one that makes you happy. Please do it quite quickly or I may not be here to read the blog entry.
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