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Not only am I developing IBS from this whole application process, but on top of that I've got a crazy mother to deal with.
Thanksgiving has historically been my sanctuary - no matter what's going on in my world, I can always count on some stuffing, cranberry sauce and turkey to drown my sorrows. So this Thanksgiving was going to be crucial in providing a safe haven - a tryptophan smorgasborg if you will - temporarily silencing my thoughts of "oh I wonder what the adcom is doing right now 😍 " or "Oh my god there's no mail. Oh my god. Okay. Everyone stay calm."
This afternoon I received a phone call from my mom. She just wanted to let me know that this Thanksgiving was going to be a little different. She's hired a belly dancer. A Belly Dancer! There's going to be like 12 of us there! It's going to be completely awkward. She's ruining my holiday! My Sanctuary! Dude. It's NUTTing unfair.
Thanksgiving has historically been my sanctuary - no matter what's going on in my world, I can always count on some stuffing, cranberry sauce and turkey to drown my sorrows. So this Thanksgiving was going to be crucial in providing a safe haven - a tryptophan smorgasborg if you will - temporarily silencing my thoughts of "oh I wonder what the adcom is doing right now 😍 " or "Oh my god there's no mail. Oh my god. Okay. Everyone stay calm."
This afternoon I received a phone call from my mom. She just wanted to let me know that this Thanksgiving was going to be a little different. She's hired a belly dancer. A Belly Dancer! There's going to be like 12 of us there! It's going to be completely awkward. She's ruining my holiday! My Sanctuary! Dude. It's NUTTing unfair.