From an email that I recently sent Dave: Where we last left the Teresa saga, she was crushed (but not entirely
surprised) that she wasn't accepted into veterinary school. From there
I applied to the one year biomedical sciences master's program at CSU
with the intent of reapplying to vet school the following year with a
master's under my belt. Things started to get screwy. I was chosen as
an alternate for the program, meaning that if someone decided they
didn't want to go, I'd be in. But the catch was that I wouldn't know
until potentially right before classes started up if I would be going
or not. I kind of started to freak out from there, I didn't know if I
should look for a job or apply somewhere else or what. I was pretty
unhappy/scared for probably a solid 3 months. But actually just this
week, I had my grad school app transferred into another department
(cancer biology), so I'll be back in school this fall. The good thing
about this is that I think it's more of the direction that I want to
go, the bad is that it'll take me at least 2 years to complete, so I
won't reapply to vet school until then. Phew. I'm sure you wanted all
that detail, but that's what I've been freaking out about for the past
semester.
In other news, I started dating Adam in March. And he ended ourrelationship the middle of July. So my life was just kind of falling
apart for about 2 weeks in July. But now that I'm in grad school, I'm
better- I have some direction again. I'm still confused as to why he
broke it off, but apparently I'm the friend of his dreams, not the
girl of his dreams. He says we just didn't click (Bullshit). Whatever.
Another broken heart and all that.
/Dave email
I mean look at how cute we are together? Not meant to be my ass.
So yeah, I'm still in love with my ex and it sucks because he still wants us to be best friends. So when we hang out, I just want to hold his hand or kiss him or give him a hug, but no can do. Hmmm... what to do?
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