tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15064852.post-6655557995190894182008-04-17T20:47:00.003-04:002008-04-17T21:51:43.722-04:00Turns out I <i>did</i> get chosen (Math “Summer” Camp; see <a href="http://joepac.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-no-life-to-too-much-life.html">“From ‘no-life’ to ‘too-much-life’”</a>), even though they <i>said</i> “only 50 students,” <i>picked</i> “only 50 students,” and those “only 50 students” did not include <i>me</i>. I would think it fate, if I didn't know any better. . .<br /><br />In other news, the College Board Customer Service representatives speak over 9,000 words per second, and do not know fear. To make things worse, none of them spoke Spanish, which forced me to use my perfectly-written-but-horribly-pronounced English (I have this terrible accent, and I kept trying to speak faster than the person that was attending me; I'll leave the rest to your imagination).<br /><br />Well, I've made it so far; let us see if I can reach the top of the mountain. Thirteen out of fifty—will I be one of them? Ha! I haven't the option to ponder such things. I <i>must</i> reach the top—an incomplete ascent is not a laudable accomplishment.José P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01084692426449152317noreply@blogger.com