Wake up on a Wednesday. Get your official acceptance letter to Bogazici in an e-mail. Call the Turkish Consulate, decipher the call center menu, find the VISA extension, wait on hold, finally hear a human voice and find out you need to call back after 1:30 PM. All right. Get out of bed. Gather things. Go to school. Quieter buses without all the students. Campus is empty. Get a mocha, you deserve it. Go drop off forms with Global Education, bump into Janis in the hallway, talk about her meeting with Mi-Suk and the good news about the acceptance letter. Global Education is closed for lunch. You try to call back the consulate. You've never voluntarily listened to this much endless ringing before. It's maddening. Thankfully there's a lady who chimes in and says, "Your call is being transferred" every few rings. Finally give up on the call for the day. Go study for a while. Head back to Global Education and hand over those forms to the new secretary. Go take your Grammar Final. Feel okay about it. Ride the bus home. Get stoned. Go to Kelly's. Meet Adrian. Hang out. Drink wine. Jake arrives. Play backgammon. Get dessert at Magpie's. Feel like a fatso. It was worth it. Get a ride home with Jake, say goodbye, turn around to see Iven and Andy. Smoke in your room. Get a drink at deVere's, get dinner at Petra, call it a night.
Wake up Thursday. Get out of bed. Put some writing online. Call the Turkish Consulate again, get in touch with a human, find out that no appointments are necessary. Bike to the light-rail station. Roads are wet, it must've rained last night. Take the light-rail to City College, bike over the bridge to Curtis Park and stop at Yum Yum Donuts for your routine breakfast. Skim the SN&R, study linguistics, finish your styrofoam cup of cheap coffee. Bike to Bret Harte. Tutor. Feel accomplished. Bike back to City College, light-rail back home. Spend an hour studying at Old Soul. Say hello to Daniel in the alley. Make plans with Brady and Ana. Go to school. Unknowingly show up a half-hour late for your final. Forget about last-minute studying. Take the test. Feel pretty confident. Turn it in. Go home. Get stoned. Play backgammon with Brady. Hang out with your new upstairs roommate, Kevin, who shares a stack of gorgeous photographs from the three years of his life he spent on a cruise ship. Make pancakes. Listen to "Ornithopters" with headphones on repeat then sleep like a baby because you deserve it.
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