THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-THREE
Oh, Park School, why can’t you just give me more money? That’s the only thing holding me back at this point. Between the education, the people, the campus, and the surrounding area, I’m set; there is so little that I dislike. It’s the price tag that hurts. Being accepted as a TV-R major in December with a $15,000 scholarship on regular decision is hugely impressive. It earned a fist bump from a man working in admissions who reminds me vaguely of Morgan Freeman. Obviously it’s a big deal. Nevertheless, I want to make them want me more. Fifteen grand isn’t a sizeable enough chunk of the tuition to make it feasible for me to attend the school (does that give you a rough idea of how much this is going to cost?). Oy vey.
I did meet with a professor, and he told me everything that I wanted to hear and more. If anything, it’s made me long for this school beyond what I thought was longing before. It also showed Novio that I will be (assuming I can scrape up the money for this school) in the best place possible, and made him realize how much I love what I plan to do. We snatched up some sweats and papers, toured around, grabbed delicious pizza, and rode forever in the car. Poor boy ended up sick again, though. :( Still, it made me so happy that he could come.
(Late because I was asleep within five minutes of getting home last night)
