Just a bad day in general.. with a sort of nice middle point.

Okay, so I wake up and actually manage to start studying.

Then I check my email...

And find out that I did NOT get into the grad school of my choice, and will therefore NOT be getting my social welfare degree anytime soon.

I felt like screaming.

I get that it's uber competitive and my grades aren't the best, but geez. I thought I at least stood a chance.

I think I did okay on my exam.. not really sure. I didn't remember as much as I needed to for the short answer portion.

Went to my interview in a mad sketchy neighborhood (mind you, I passed one person getting arrested by FIVE cops on the way to my interview.. AND two guys getting arrested by four cops on the way back from my interview) and walked by multiple drunk people in order to get to the building. Then I walked into the building with one of the chronic alcoholics that lives at the building I was being interviewed at.

Everyone in there gave me creepy looks, and the interview was bad. Like, she made me NOT want to work there. At all. I officially have no interest in that job opportunity anymore.

So I left and went to take the bus home. Get on it and have no idea where I'm supposed to get off, turns out this girl and I need to catch a different bus so we get off together and walk to a different bus stop and start talking.

Seriously, the only bright spot in my day was that I met a really nice, friendly lesbian and had a conversation with her about her girlfriend, both of us graduating, what we want to do with our lives, etc. Best part about it? She was about 26 or 27 years old, and knowing that I'm "only 22," treated me like an equal. Most of the time people that are 4 or 5+ years older than me treat me like I'm 10 years old. But she was nice enough to talk to me as if I were her age and not comment on my indecisiveness about certain situations in my life.

I love when I get to have random conversations with people that sort of open my eyes to what's going on in my life that I'm not noticing because I'm too close to the situation.

The sad part? We didn't exchange names or get to continue our conversation longer.

Oh well, that's life I suppose.

I guess I should go finish my paper for latin cinema and study a bit for child psych.

pc.