Day 38
I have made a fatal error. I missed the deadline to study abroad in Madrid for the spring. I was so sure it was October 15. No, wrong. It was September 15. What am I going to do? My heart is broken. Yesterday, I was thrilled to have finished the required essays and used the rest of my internet rations for the semester to upload them. I was engrossed in the view of the eastern South African shore with its enticing green and foreboding mountains and mysterious fog and crashing waves. There were rumors of whales swimming alongside the boat.
But all that is sour now.
Why didn't I check, check and check again the deadline before I left?! I made sure to call my advisor and ask him what I needed to do. I faxed the appropriate forms to him. Why didn't I just fill out the application sooner and get it over with? Oh, maybe because I was too busy trying to get my yellow fever vaccination, malaria pills, chinese, indian and brazilian visas and figuring out what to pack for the weather in 10 different countries.
This makes me so sad. Sadness probably made worse by the miles of deep blue sea (indicating the color, not the depth, although it is very deep) and overcast, gray sky.
I've emailed my advisor to see what he thinks. And also the study abroad office to see if they'll still review my application. Not that many people apply for the Madrid Internship Program, right? There'll be openings for me. Right? Maybe if we sail fast enough around the world clockwise, it will be September again. But no, now I am about eight hours in the future.
Tangent: does that mean I'm older? I'll have my birthday 10 hours sooner than I normally would. So, I guess that does make me older. We should have sailed the opposite direction.
I'm going to go cry to Daniel.
I have made a fatal error. I missed the deadline to study abroad in Madrid for the spring. I was so sure it was October 15. No, wrong. It was September 15. What am I going to do? My heart is broken. Yesterday, I was thrilled to have finished the required essays and used the rest of my internet rations for the semester to upload them. I was engrossed in the view of the eastern South African shore with its enticing green and foreboding mountains and mysterious fog and crashing waves. There were rumors of whales swimming alongside the boat.
But all that is sour now.
Why didn't I check, check and check again the deadline before I left?! I made sure to call my advisor and ask him what I needed to do. I faxed the appropriate forms to him. Why didn't I just fill out the application sooner and get it over with? Oh, maybe because I was too busy trying to get my yellow fever vaccination, malaria pills, chinese, indian and brazilian visas and figuring out what to pack for the weather in 10 different countries.
This makes me so sad. Sadness probably made worse by the miles of deep blue sea (indicating the color, not the depth, although it is very deep) and overcast, gray sky.
I've emailed my advisor to see what he thinks. And also the study abroad office to see if they'll still review my application. Not that many people apply for the Madrid Internship Program, right? There'll be openings for me. Right? Maybe if we sail fast enough around the world clockwise, it will be September again. But no, now I am about eight hours in the future.
Tangent: does that mean I'm older? I'll have my birthday 10 hours sooner than I normally would. So, I guess that does make me older. We should have sailed the opposite direction.
I'm going to go cry to Daniel.
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