The story of my year...

On the 8th, my birthday, I got my official rejection notice from Northwestern. On the 16th, the deadline for notification for Critical Language Scholarship program alternates passed with no notification for me. Today, the 19th, I got my official rejection from Teach for America. Jee-zuhs.

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Also, if anyone's interested, a friend of mine invited me to be a contributing writer on a new blog she's created with some other overly-educated women, most of whom I don't actually know. I've liked what they've had to say, and so maybe others will, too. Here's the address:

http://feministintercourses.org

Recap.

Last week was quite... umm, interesting. Actually, this whole years has been interesting so far. Surgery in January, followed by weeks of sickiness, waitlisted and NU, waitlisted for CLS, huge medical bills that I can't afford, being thrown out of my apartment at the end of the month so my landlord can remodel... AND. I have received the final word from NU - officially rejected. On my birthday.

So, I'm out of ideas. I'm practically finished with this stupid degree and have no idea where to go or what to do now that it's over. I'll hear back from TFA in 9 days, but honestly, I've lost my confidence in my ability to get accepted to things. And if I don't get into to TFA, I'll be *really* lost.

I do seem to have a home, though. In PG, with my friend and hairdresser, for $50 less than I'm paying now, and in a house with a kitchen which is larger than my current living room. Yup. Small miracles.

Worst birthday EVER.

I got an email from my landlord this morning. She wants to remodel, and so has asked me to be out of the house by May 1. I don't know where to go. I don't know what to do. Right now I'm busy trying not to hyperventilate. In the meantime, I need to start packing. :'(

Doctor, Doctor.

In addition to providing me with much-needed hormone therapy, the doctor at the health center also gave me an ugly number: 2-3 hours.

See, my stupid body does not digest food. It forgot how at some point in my early 20s. As such, it stores everything, and I easily gain weight even when I'm eating healthier foods and smaller portions than my skinny counterparts. Seriously. So, since I can't turn calories into energy and just end up storing them, the number I'm given is 2-3. Hours. While a normal person can burn a healthy amount of calories in 30 minutes of exercise per day... I have to exercise 2-3 HOURS per day. Today was the first day. I'm starting with 2 hours, 3 times per week and am going to build up from there. I used my inhalor before I left, and miraculously haven't had any breathing problems. I feel pretty good. However, a lifetime of planning my days around 3 hour gym sessions does NOT make me happy.

Warning: TMI!

I'm out of birth control. I have this family friend (a midwife) who has been supplying me with fabulous birth control for two years. Now I'm out, and I didn't really feel good asking for more free hormone-swag, so this morning I went to the health center. Ugh.

The health center here requires a pelvic exam for birth control consultations. Plus, I'm 27, almost 28, and have only had 1 pap smear. Ugh. I really just went in for a discussion of birth control options and a new prescription. Easy, right? Nooooooo! As unprepared as I was, I was instructed to strip down and spread'em. THEN, doctor-lady used uncomfortably large tools. Oww.

At the end of it, though, I have new birth control - Jolessa, the generic for Seasonique (my old one). This new one is only $60/3 months, rather than $140/3 months. I can handle that. I have to go back for blood tests, but those are a lot less uncomfortable than pelvic exams.