Unconditional Love

Dear Readers,

After doing a little math—a task you all know I avoid like the DMV—I discovered that approximately 4 months, 2 weeks, 2 days, 8 hours, and 14 minutes ago I got the news that I was accepted to the University of Edinburgh. It came in the middle of Zawacki’s Poetry Workshop, on break. I happened to be recovering from a late night of accidental celebrating with Amanda after getting my first grad school acceptance to U of Nottingham.

I went from weary to elated in the thirty shaky seconds it took to load my email. It felt more like 30 years. But there it was.



It still makes my skin crawl (in a good way—maybe they call that chills) when I look at this letter. One minute detail, however—the offer was CONDitional. The University is adamant, apparently, that you actually –graduate- undergrad before matriculating at their institution.

So after the race to the finish, a throw down with the Registrar’s office, and finally a three-day mission to sniff out the single public scanner in the whole of Port Saint Lucie county, I uploaded and sent the signed and sealed proof that I indeed finished. A few hours after the desperate search for the scanner, I found out my grandparents had one all along. I felt that in order to stay true to myself and my best talents, namely making simple things incredibly complicated, I couldn’t have done it any other way.

To reward my efforts, however, Edinburgh has expressed its UNconditional offer to have and to hold me for at least 12 months.



Alright Rugrats, this show-n-tell is over.

Until next time,

Your Faithful Future Edinburgher