beautyistruth wrote:pedestrian wrote:I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that numbers don't define
I dreamed adcomms would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
Retakes were spent and used and wasted
There were no app fees to be paid
No songs unsung, no wine untasted.
Then the emails come at night
With their messages soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame.
(Sorry, couldn't resist. Brilliant idea.)
Decisions must be made.
Stop acting so afraaaid.
I know, they'll make, a choice about my fate.
You applied much too laaate.
Asha, will say, welcome to YLS!
You're Fordham bound at best.
When I get in, you won't see me, checking my status again!
Went complete months ago.
You'll wait 'till March to knooooow.
Thanks for the idea of this thread Crowing. Let's get those creative juices flowing people! I mean, what else are we supposed to do?