So this is to be my closure. I don't know why it hurt. I don't know what I'm feeling. I don't know myself anymore.
Then again, when have I ever known myself?
Get over it, Edlyn. Stop being such an idiot.
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On to perkier topics:
Finally got my recommendation letter from Mr. Respeto, my thesis adviser. And I'll get the one from Missy, my practicum adviser sometime tonight. Yeah! I'll finally be able to submit the application for law school tomorrow.
No, I'm not yet sure if I'll actually push through with law school. I'm just going to try to live through the exam first.
At least, Missy made me laugh, distracting me long enough from this little depression I've got going. How many professors you ask for recommendation would actually interview you first, then ask you what answers you want her to put in the recommendation form? Joketime. I might as well have been the one to check those little boxes on the form. Haha...yeah, it was a wise advice to ask Missy for a recommendation letter. To all who'd suggested it, you are all my best friends.
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I got 39 for my random number for registration day next semester. That's a good thing, at least I'll be part of the first batch and won't have to go through the unnecessary waiting period in between batches. And I actually have a pretty good chance of getting the classes that I want.
Five subjects for next semester: Practicum, Theo 151, Philo 104 (that is, assuming Mr. De Jesus passes me this semester), and two free electives. What electives to take, I'm still choosing...
Let me just survive the philo orals on Sunday.
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I'm hungry. I haven't put anything in my stomach...not even water...since 7 o'clock this morning. Nearly 12 hours ago. Idiot.
# Lyn found a missing piece @ 6:33 PM