About a week after I got back from grandpa's funeral, they finally had the qualifier results ready. I passed! I was so happy I could have fallen out of my freakin' chair. One of the professors said, "Look at how happy she is." Happy doesn't begin to describe it. This was it. Everything from here on out would be OK. If I could pass the qualifier, I could make it. I was someone worthwhile. I was going to Ithaca! I went and bought a bottle of champagne. Moet and Chandon White Star. I drank almost all of it myself while waiting for Mike to make it up from Poughkeepsie.
Then the fun part came. Get out! Get a place in Ithaca. It was in the middle of February in a college town. I ended up finding an awesome place. Mike helped me move. It was freezing cold. While we drove to Ithaca snow was blowing off the fields. It was like driving through that Windows screen saver with the stars. But we survived, got a bunch of junk food and relaxed and had a good night of sleep. All well deserved.
Things were falling into place.
(Title: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Cyndi Lauper)
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