RedLaugh (2022-2023)

Mozart, James Joyce, and sodomy.

Sent = LSAC "Date Transmitted"
Received = School notification or LSAC "Report Date"
Complete = School notification (e-mail or online status check)

I'm playing the lottery. Let's see if someone falls asleep at the keyboard and accidentally slams their forehead on "Accept".

Obviously I'm in partial hiding. I'll reveal all schools at the end of the cycle (or individually, as decisions arrive).

02/28/07:
Cornell e-mail. That was one hell of a turnaround. I wish I could have had that sort of turnaround with my tables when I was a food server. They'd make great restaurant and hotel managers. ...Oh, right.

03/14/07:
GULC online Status Check went to "Decision" today. No more than a minute later, as I wondered about what the rejection letter will look like, a shocking *THUMP* rattled my window and threw me out of my trance. I saw errant feathers float up to the window, so I ran outside, only to see a delicate songbird lying on the ground. As I matter-of-factly considered whether to get a shovel and provide a dignified burial, I approached the listless creature and noticed a glimmer of life: despite lying face down, its chest was rapidly heaving, as I could only presume that its tiny heart struggled to beat on. Maybe, I wondered, I should have instead applied to veterinary school.

3/18/07:
I finally checked my snail mail; GULC decision is preferred WL. The songbird was an appropriate omen.

3/20/07:
My phone broke. Let's see someone try and accept me now.

3/21/07:
According to the doctor, I sustained a concussion today after I got the living shit knocked out of me. How is this good? Maybe now I can get extended time on the LSAT. That is, once the tiny gremlins inside my head stop banging on my cerebellum with thousands of anvils, or simply break out of my skull Athena-style. I'll take either.

3/22/07:
Allergies kicked in, so my nose is more stuffed than John Bolton's rectum. Considering also that reading literally hurts (my brain), and that my phone is broken, I thus wonder: can the remaining schools notify me through another of the five senses, namely a medium to which I still have easy access? For instance, a chocolate cake would mean that I'm accepted, pastrami on rye would signifiy a WL, and a punch to the face would take care of the rest.

3/25/07:
Received the e-mail from a certain Connecticut school that the LSDers were buzzing about.

3/28/07:
Dean Z can write a mighty kind e-mail.

3/29/07:
NYU letter postmarked March 22nd. And so it begins.

Update: It seems that the letter has a relative pronoun that is in the objective case AND is functioning as a subject of a verb. I can now look down upon them, if only grammatically and with hesitation.

04/03/07:
No surprise with Chicago (postmarked 03/30). I've been told they have a reputation for being a scholarly school, and I can't even read well, err, I mean, good. Thank god I'm a communications major. (In my heart of hearts, I want to be the next Steve Doocy).

04/05/07:
Postcard from BU that my application is complete. Apparently I can expect another "6 to 10 weeks" before notification of a decision, which is perfect, because I certainly don't have any seat deposit deadlines coming up.

04/16/07:
It stings more than the others, but still not a surprise (postmarked 04/11). And I woke up this morning smelling like vinegar. What a shitty day.

04/17/07:
Postmarked 03/28. This one is going up on the fridge!