So there’s this pile of things going on and I haven’t been writing about it at all, in any journal form, hand written or typed. We’ve been traveling a lot of this summer, and mid-trip out to the east coast I got the email saying I had been accepted as a conditional adult student, part-time at Wilfred Laurier University.

Earlier in the spring, when I was still a bit more stubborn and hopeful about my chances of becoming a full time university student, I didn’t think the conditions Laurier places on their adult student admissions were reasonable for me. I had some idea that I would have student loans at that point as well. Then came the letter from OSAP telling me that Mike makes too much for me to qualify for anything in the student loan arena. Followed with the essentially “fuck you and please, go away” letter from UW making clear my grades from 10 years ago still had far too much bearing on my life now.

So, I gave up. I figured it was too late to do anything for this coming year, and I’d try again next spring. In comes Julie. When my response to her asking me if I could complete my admission to Laurier was “It's too late anyways.” her response was to take over. She found out that it wasn’t too late, exactly what I needed to complete my application, redrafted my essay answers to UW into the format WLU wanted and then delivered it all. I was packing for our 3-week trip, and basically distancing myself from the whole process at the same time.

I think I was willing to let her do it because I really didn’t think it was going to matter. I was going to receive another “Go away” letter and that would be that. What does it matter if someone else is willing to expend her energy towards a fruitless goal? Right?

Then once we hit Truro and had Internet access once again, there was an email there from the admissions office at WLU asking to confirm that I really did want to continue my application, even though I had emailed in the spring stating I wanted to stop. You would think my completing the requirements for my application to be processed 5 months after that email would be a hint, but… no. Anyways, I confirmed my desire to apply and they responded a few days later that I was being extended an offer of admission.

There's something interesting in having such a major life changing event hit your lap when you’re 2000 km away from home and the ability to do anything about it. I emailed back asking if there was anything that required my attention before we were scheduled to return home on he 10 to no response.

(The Admissions office certainly seems to be allergic to responding t any questions. Twice have two fairly major questions been completely ignored by them. The level of unprofessional behaviour has been utterly mind-blowing.)

So we got home on Monday, cutting short our Vacation as it was planned. Mainly because we just wanted to get home to our cats, our lives, and in Sara’s case, her father. Since we got home, I’ve picked up my letter containing my offer of Admission, registered for my allowed 2 classes this term, bought my books, got my student card, activated my student card with the library, attempted to get my WLU email set up, booked an appointment for therapy, and spent far too much money on school supplies for myself and Sarabeth. Oh and also had a mild panic flurry because I don’t have the faintest idea how to do a bibliography or footnotes and my grammar is disgusting.

So my Mom’s going to help me with some of the issues I’m concerned about. This weekend I have homework in the form of 2 chapters in the “easy” grammar workbook. Then I’m to move onto the not so easy workbook.

Plus, I thought about it, and if I’m going to need to write a lot I need to practice writing, so here I am. :)