So, I kind of got into university. Woohooooo. I hope that cheer didn't sound as sarcastic to you as it did to me. Don't get me wrong, at one in the morning when I read checked my online student profile, I was pretty shocked and delighted. For seven months now, I have been met with the words, "Decision deferred pending receipt of further or final results" each time I've logged in. Last Friday, or early Saturday morning, as it were, I encountered these phrases: "Conditional offer made. Letter with conditions to follow." It was a nice change, to say the least. They were words of possibility, of change, and of weird sentence fragmentation. But I was excited.
Now, the reason for me not churning out a super spiffy, flashy blog about how pumped I am for the future and blahbatiblahbatiblah (besides the fact that I don't know if you can churn anything besides butter) is simply that I'm still not completely sure what the deal is. And I don't want to get ahead of myself. I still have to get some documents to them, and their supposed "letter with conditions" will take a while to "follow", since I am way over here and they are way over there. So I'm working out the kinks of this conditional offer.
Update: it's less than a month until I leave to go to Tanzania. Update 2: I got all vaccinated up yesterday, and have been feeling reasonably crappy ever since. But if the small taste of yellow fever that I have experienced from the shot is any indication of the pleasure of the real thing, I'm just glad I'm now immune to it. Update 3: it's weird that I'm going to be leaving Calgary soon. I feel like I just got used to this. And it's weird that I'm going to leave Canadian winter behind and hit 30 degree weather in one fell swoop, and won't return for a long time. No matter how much I'll be dreaming of a white Christmas, I really, really doubt that Dar es Salaam is going to get that. Unless there's a plague of locusts or something. (Are locusts white? For the purposes of this blog, let's assume the answer is yes. I'm too afraid of the disturbing possibilities of Google Images right now to check up on this.) Oh, and let's just hope that the whole plague thing doesn't happen. Not cool.
Please keep praying for me. These next three weeks I'll be working seven days a week probably, and 60 hours or so? I'll be tired.
And listen to this song. It's a Christmas essential.
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
