It’s Tortilla Time

I attended the university fair downtown yesterday, and it was surprisingly interesting. I talked to just about every university at the fair, and it was fairly intriguing to envision my life at each school. It was like I was standing at a fork in the road, and I had to imagine what my life would be like at each potential path.

Cool, I tell ya.

Though I didn’t change my mind about my university of choice. The lady in charge of journalism at the fair said that she would accept my application if she had it right now, and she asked for my name. I feel slightly better about gaining acceptance.

Many schools seemed impressed that I had a portfolio of published works. Especially the two in east Jesus nowhere that wanted my presence especially bad. I was given emails from English professors, their full names, dates of open houses and literally thousands of phone numbers. I was told several times that schools would ‘look out for my application.’

Though not many places outside of the city seem at-all appealing to me.

I’ve been reading the booklets from each university all morning, and have narrowed it down to thirteen different programs that I am considering applying for.

I can’t wait for next year.