I’m pissed and upset.
I took the ACT today. Spent four hours on the blooming thing. Woke up at 7:00, got to school at 8:00, finished at 11:50. Come home, I’ve got a letter. Oh, boy! It’s from the Governor’s Scholars Program. I’ve been waiting months for this thing. I may have been
selected to attend the camp for 5 weeks this summer. Great things may have been planned for me.
I’m all excited. Yay, yay! It’s finally here!
Yes, it is a rather thin envelope. But that probably means the bigger packet is still on it’s way.
I run to Mother, carrying the letter. Let’s open it together!
Well, shit. I knew my talents and great intellect were vastly under-appreciated by the world, but don’t this take all. Let’s see, I spent three weeks slaving over the essay. Three frigging weeks! I researched the thing! I obsessed! And this is how I am repaid. I made in the top 1% in the nation on my PSAT. And this is what I get. Well, sure, my ACT score did leave a bit to be desired,
being just a 24 and all, but I took that test in the 7th grade! I hadn’t even had Algebra yet. Surely that makes up for something.
What really makes me mad is the letter itself. More space is taken up by the letterhead than by the letter. A third of the page is taken up by the letterhead. Also, the letter is dated April 9th. The letter is postmarked April 5th. Today is April 6th. Something is wrong here. They didn’t lick the envelope. They taped the thing shut. Lazy! I will forgive the not personally signing it. A lady’s hands do get tired, after all, but didn’t even bother to use a stamp. I put stamp collecting down as a hobby. They don’t care.
This is one of many reasons why I am not going to a Kentucky university.
My day sucks. But it can always get better! (Put on a happy smile, Stacy! Go outside, pet your puppy! Oh, yeah. Cycilia hiding because the boys are shooting pellet guns at each other. Never mind.)