(David Bowie does the best introductions, non?)
The unthinkable has happened, guys.
I was accepted. To BYU's Master's Program. For English Literature.
!!!
I seriously couldn't believe it.
Granted, it is provisional that I get a B or higher in a Critical Theory class my first year.
Critical Theory?! I am the master of critical theory, guys.
Yep, that's what I'm telling myself.
(I'm not going to lie, though...when we decided to get a dog, I did it with the conviction that I wasn't going to be going back to school and would therefore have loads of time to watch a dog while raising two kids.
I'll figure it out, right?)
In any case, I've got a standing theory that someone on the Graduate Committee was either bribed or one of my recommendations was a blackmail letter that was accidentally uploaded.
But hey! I'll take it.
So, I am the goon squad and I'm coming to town. Beep beep.
Ok, maybe David Bowie isn't always the best for this kind of stuff?
Don't be sad, Bowie. You're still cool.
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