Unreceived letters

My dearest friends still in high school are starting to receive the trickle of early action and early decision letters from universities and colleges, and as I find myself on the edge of my seat for them (damn my channeling of emotions) I almost feel like I yearn for that euphoria again. But there’s no way to live vicariously through Facebook statii, is there?

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I walked outside with my umbrella and knew something was up when the so-called rain plinked off of the umbrella. Ice rain, droplets freezing as they fell.

Bugger that. I’d rather have snow or nothing at all. Coming back outside, the ground was caked in white, but it was all slush and no snow.