Still no word from Georgetown Law School — or, at least, still no word that I’m aware of. It’s possible that something came in the mail after I came to campus earlier today, and I just haven’t seen it yet.
To review: Georgetown has already made its decision on whether or not to admit me — but I don’t know yet what that decision is. They mailed me either an acceptance letter or a rejection letter on Friday evening. They told me it’s on the way, but they won’t tell me which kind of letter it is, because they have a policy of not revealing admissions decisions over the phone or e-mail.
What this means, aside from the fact that Georgetown’s admissions office is run by a bunch of sadistic bastards, is that, according to the quantum-physics theory best expressed through the analogy of Schroedinger’s Cat, at present I have been both rejected AND accepted by Georgetown.
This paradoxical reality will remain true until I open the envelope and see what the letter says (or, more accurately, until I see the envelope and determine whether it’s a “big envelope,” meaning I got in, or a “small envelope,” meaning I didn’t).
When I finally determine the letter’s contents, I will be “popping the quiff.” No, that’s not some sort of crude sexual slang. It’s another quantum physics term.
Oh, nevermind.
Where’s my letter?!?!?
:)
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Categories: Graduating College
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April 30th, 2003 at 8:02:50 pm
“What this means, aside from the fact that Georgetown’s admissions office is run by a bunch of sadistic bastards,…”
Hey, now! There’ll be Nun of that. These are Jesuit Priests. (”So, wot’s yer point?”) heehee…
…Raise her colors ever!
Furl her standard never!
But raise it high!
And proudly cry,
“We’re Georgetown’s sons forever!…”
(Look, it doesn’t say Legitimate :)
Love,
William Peter Blatty
cc: Fr. Lancaster Merrin, S.J.;
Fr. Damien Karras, S.J.;
Pazuzu (Northern Iraq)
[So go lookit up under Books & Movies already. No, it’s nothing to do with the Kurds getting their Whey. MmmWAAA-ha-haaah :]
PS: Brendan Behan, O’Connell Street, Dublin, circa 1954: “Ahhh, Gawd bless you, Sister! May all yer sons be Bishops!!”
PPS: If the Jevvies use your URL & read this stuff, yer Quiff is Popped before you ever see that Quantumly-thinning Envelope…
“…And while in the grip of drink
I met a Salvation Army lassie,
And cruelly, I burst
Her tambourine.”
— Paddy Clancy (RIP)
May 1st, 2003 at 1:57:58 pm
I hope you get into G-town law . . . i’ll still be in the area . . . maybe we can reconnect!
j