Dr. Seuss calls it "The Waiting Place." Everyone is just waiting.
Well, right now I'm JUST WAITING. Waiting for my mother to call me back, for one thing, so I can finish some law school app deadlines and book a flight home to be honored as the greatest high school athlete my town has ever seen... or something like that. I figure that since she refreshes my blog page at least once every fifteen minutes, this method might prove more successful than calling her repeatedly and leaving her the annoying voicemails that just catch the person hanging up. I hate those.
On top of that waiting, I'm waiting to slip into DDD mode (Deep Dark Depression mode) because Jack left this morning after a "long" weekend. The idea of calling four days long when you haven't seen someone in two months is cruel. I've prepped myself by baking a loaf of banana walnut bread with a side of a tub of butter. And buying Self magazine and bright orange nail polish.
You want more countdowns? How about the countdown to finding out about the last three schools I applied to, the ones that could be game-changers as far as law schools go? Or the countdown until spring break? Or the end of the year? How many Mondays left??
It's twelve, by the way. In case you're counting. Because I am.
Last year, I blogged about the doldrums of March, a reference to my favorite children's novel of all time The Phantom Tollbooth. This year, it's the Waiting Place. How do you get out of it? Does anyone know?
Blog, I guess.
MOM CALL ME BACK!
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