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According to my fortune cookie, happiness was right beside me. Unforunately, all I could see were chairs.
Got my letters to the professors. Provided that they don't forget, the college should have them within a week. Yay. Had to fill out a 'letter of intent' for the grad school app...I hate these things. Really I do. I have a feeling I did awful, but oh well. I'm still happy and cheerful! So there.
On my way out, I saw a sign...presumably an advertisement. It said (in big yellow and red letters): CARPAL TUNNEL SYNDROME!! with a phone number underneath. In the absence of any mention of /treating/ said syndrome, I can only presume that they are offering to give it to people. In which case, I must respectfully decline.
Got my letters to the professors. Provided that they don't forget, the college should have them within a week. Yay. Had to fill out a 'letter of intent' for the grad school app...I hate these things. Really I do. I have a feeling I did awful, but oh well. I'm still happy and cheerful! So there.
On my way out, I saw a sign...presumably an advertisement. It said (in big yellow and red letters): CARPAL TUNNEL SYNDROME!! with a phone number underneath. In the absence of any mention of /treating/ said syndrome, I can only presume that they are offering to give it to people. In which case, I must respectfully decline.
