I got accepted at Penn State University! This means that I now have choices for where I begin the next phase of my education this fall.
On a more trivial note, I live off of a road that desperately wants to be gravel when it grows up, and thinks that if it just accumulates enough potholes, the transportation gods will grant its wish. Naturally, driving on it tests both reflexes and vehicle suspension.
Fine. But just a few weeks ago, a sign appeared announcing that Progress Was Happening Here, and that we would be Putting America Back to Work repairing our very street. I dared to hope that I would experience the smooth purr of tires on new asphalt in some definite amount of time. My hope seems to have been premature, however, because while there are most definitely workers and machines laboring on my street, they seem to be doing little more than tearing up the most offensive parts and replacing them, effectively doing little more than applying patches. The prognosis is poor, folks.
A final note, for financial aid people: When you haven’t lived with either parent for several years, how much money they make is entirely irrelevant.