Quid pro quo

It was a good day. The week was going by slowly, but the knowledge that tomorrow is Thursday sends a shiver down my spine. Maybe it’s not been going by so slowly after all! It’s supposed to snow tonight, but I hope if it does that it’s only enough to warrant a delay- the first (I guess you could say) official meeting of stage crew is tomorrow, and I don’t want it to be canceled, especially since I won’t be able to go to set build on Saturday because of work (3- 8 pm).

Today was Wednesday Club, an extended version. Rachel had musical rehearsal so she wasn’t able to come until the very end (we stayed until 6:15 pm), but Wallie and I had a great time nonetheless. We finished our schedules outside (I’m actually going to take Independent Living instead of Parenting- I wanted to take a class that Wallie wouldn’t mind taking as well, and it seems like it would be more useful), and then it got even colder, it seemed, so we went inside. I felt bad because this guy with a laptop (Wallie calls him “the guy with a laptop and an attitude”) sat near us, as it was the only available place to sit, and we were kind of loud… I felt like we were distracting him. We did homework, anyway, though we both kept getting distracted and talking more instead.

At 5:20 ish, we went over to Giant for the second time and bought our dinners. Wallie and I each bought hot chicken sandwiches, as well as Odwalla drinks (Wallie had Orange Honey something, I believe, and I had Pomegranate Limeade) and a piece of fruit each (Wallie a banana, I an Asian pear, which I had never had before and was very good). We ate at the picnic table outside the library.

As soon as we finished our dinners and stood up to go back inside, Michael called, as per Rachel’s request, because Rachel had been looking for us. I told Michael that we were currently at the picnic table but were heading inside, for him to relay this information back to Rachel. I guess he didn’t hear the second part, though, because Rachel trekked through the snow on the hill to get to the picnic table to find us! I felt horrid about this, as Wallie and I were sitting down inside when Rachel came in, snow in her shoes, and finally found us. We then all headed back over to Giant for a third time in order for Rachel to buy something for dinner. It was a little after six at this time. I bought a package of cheese rolls for another day, and as we were just heading out of Giant my sister Emma sent me a text message to let me know that my father was there to pick me up. I gathered my things and headed back out. Then I went home.

I was greeted by another thick stack of college letters as well as a package, which turned out to be “Possible Side Effects,” another Augusten Burroughs memoir I had ordered. I actually ended up being more excited, however, by the 30+ paged booklet from American University! It’s really a wonderful thing. Is it bad that I’m basing my college choices mostly on how interesting the mail is that they send me? Runner-ups are one that looks very artsy, the brochure, I mean, and one that has my name spelled out in fireworks on the front. It’s beautiful enough to hang on my wall. In fact, I think I shall do so.

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