LSU

Upon our return to Bariloche, I rushed to the email place to check on my school status. After having gotten a couple of NOs, I have my hopes up on Connecticut

Login and password paved the way to my inbox, where an e-mail from University Of Connecticut awaited for my click.

I had a 33k attachment. I didnt even have to click on it, I knew was in.

The attachment is the new version of the big envelop/little envelope college acceptance drill. Ten years ago, when a teenager anxiously waited for his college acceptance letter, he already knew that if he got a big envelope, it meant he was in. The envelope would be filled with brochures from the housing department, financial aid, sororities and fraternities, all that good stuff.

However, if the envelope was small, it would read like this: We regret to inform that the program was unable to accept your application at this time ... blah blah blah. We wish you the best of luck on your pursuits

I had gotten an attachment, that is a fat letter...33 kilobytes worth... I had to be in.

I click on the message and then click on the attachment and it reads:

Dear Mr Costa

After carefully analyzing your file, we are glad...

... Proud to have you a a part of our department blah blah blah leading edge in Political Science iada iada iada exciting times in the field .... blah blah blah however....

However, we are unable to offer you any financial assistance.

I had gotten in but got no money. I was actually the number six on a wait-list for a scholarship.

I decided to write Prof. Garand at LSU about my status. I knew I was in at LSU but I didn't know if I had gotten any money. Professor Garand was really good about replying message very promptly, so I knew I would hear back from him in like two hours ...

I walked back and forth between the internet cafe and the hostel... I didnt know what to think.

What if this and what if that... should I get a loan... how about the waiting list.

These were long two houses. Half way through the waiting some bimbo girl from Atlanta stuck a conversation with me. She was slutty and overly forward, which made her both cheap and unappealing... but it was good enough to kill time.

I explained her my reasons for being so fidgity and she said

Well, you will find out soon enough. If you get in, we'll have to celebrate.

Can you be any more of a slut, I thought

Sure, I replied

Once again, login and password paved the way to my inbox. In it, I found a message from Professor Garand

I was in, I had gotten the money and I was awarded an additional three thousand dollar scholarship...

A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders... It seemed like I was moving to Louisiana