I got six letters today. Oh, the happy times of bliss. Getting letters used to be so much fun...so magical. You write it, lick the envelope, lick the stamp (ooh, I feel old-ish) place it in the magical blue box on Broadway, and then someone would write back and--oh! My heart leaps to think of it.
No, you see, now I am to be an adult, and do boring things like earn money and fill out paperwork. Now I am to recieve dull, tedious business sized envelopes that contain boring, spiritless documents. Truly, the word "letter" doesn't apply. No, dearest reader, these are the kind of letters that suck the very life from the romance that is the mailman.
The Letters
in the order I opened them.
The first letter was from Waubonsee, informing me that I owe them money for summer classes. Therefore, I need to go to the financial aid office tomorrow and tell them I need money. Then I will take the money, walk ten feet around a corner and hand it back to them.
The second letter was from the Illinois student Assistance Commission, informing me that I am elilible for a MAP grant, provided I do x, complete y, and fill out z. I've already done the first two.
The third and fourth letters were from the National Evaluation System in cooperation with the Illinois Certification Testing System. Apparently my "basic skills" will be tested shortly, and I am UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES to bring a cell phone. The letter is very clear on this point.
The fifth letter was from the Mayor of Aurora. He thinks I should go to AU. I'm so glad, because now I can finalize my decision. Before I was a bit wishy-washy as to whether or not I should attend AU, which is why I registered, but now that the Mayor wants me there I simply cannot say no. I mean, the Mayor of the second largest town in Illinois took the time to tell me where he thinks I should go to school. Too bad I can't remember what his name is.
The sixth and final letter was also from Waubonsee, informing me that my 4.0 remains intact. Let there be feasting and much rejoicing among all the good peoples of the earth.
So you see, for me, mail has transformed into a drab moment in my rather colorful existence. May you, dear reader, be more lucky than I.
I apologize for the strangeness of this entry. My sanity leaves at about one am, followed shortly by common sense which is closely followed by wit, and you poor readers are left with only scraps of the brilliance that comprises my being--and a whopping dose of vanity on the side.
