My, how the pendulum swings

While the previous week began with the fantastic news of my sister's acceptance for a fellowship at Sloan Kettering, this week is proceeding with the appearance of an e-mail from the graduate assistant from Berkeley. An e-mail. I needn't click on the link to know what its presence in my inbox meant.

Ah well, good thing I've invested less emotionally on that school in the past months. It still feels like a big, fat, juicy rejection, though. I recall the time when I learned that I didn't pass the Law Aptitude Exam for UP Law. Tried for the stiff upper lip. Still cried like hell, anyway. After the tears came the gentle suggestion from Grace (who passed LAE) to apply for the graduate comparative literature program, knowing an early attempt to shift programs and campuses. In hindsight, the frustration stems from ego than crushed dreams. Like I tell my roommate, the forces, time and again, save me from my idiotic decisions.

Hoo-ah!