I decidedly hate the title of this blog, but cannot figure out how to change, so let's keep going...

I failed to keep this updated because, well, the whole blogging idea is a bit strange to me, but I'd like to keep it going because I'd like to catalog this in some public way because, just maybe, somebody wants to follow my life, or maybe someone wants to follow the same path and this helps... whatever.

So, I went to my interview day at Bryn Mawr in November... let me look at a calendar... Nov. 9th to be exact. It was the most informative event that I have ever attended for anything that I have participated in. We meet with the adviser, who really knows her stuff, for a few hours, went into some science classes, had lunch, and sat with current students to discuss "what it's really like." Then there was the interview which was all happening during the time with current students. It felt like they'd all drank the kool-aid because they were so enthusiastic about what Bryn Mawr does and how it runs. I went there not knowing if it was exactly where I wanted to be and left completely desperate to be accepted. I am that lame.

Right, so they told us that we were the first group to be interviewed - I think it was 8 of us - all girls and one guy, I believe. Anyway, when we left they said we might hear around Thanksgiving of acceptance, denial, and referral. Those few weeks inched by as I got more nervous about, well, the rest of my life. I was back in Florida preparing to fly home to DC for Thanksgiving and, low and behold, on the Monday before Thanksgiving I get a phone call from the adviser congratulating me on my acceptance. How cool is that? She just wanted me to enjoy my holiday because I might not get the letter on time. Anyway, if you're still reading this and not totally bored yet, I was really impressed.

So, yes, I accepted and was excited. Then it felt like everything just stopped. I was in by late November and wouldn't go until May. Rut-row.

So, I've been working along ever since in Florida, but also traveling a lot all over New England, DC, CA, etc - for work and play. And, as it goes, I'm falling so much back in love with what I do that it's making me so sad to leave. But, of course that's happening. That's what happens.

Oh and my life is someone joke. Every flight I'm ever on is late and yesterday I had the joy of sitting next to a guy that constantly reminded us that "we would be the last to die because we're in the back of plane" while blaring music from the earphone that were still around his neck and playing air guitar. For two hours. Two hours.

Right, today I got my email from Bryn Mawr that provides us with all of the information for school. Very exciting.

That's enough. I feel ridiculous