This postThis’ll be a quickie. I originally planned to go to grad school a year from now, in fall 2008, but I caught wind not long ago of a juicy library science scholarship at the U. of North Texas, and the application deadline is April 1. This has meant a frenzied rush to get everything done in time, including letters of recommendation (luckily I was able to find three people relatively quickly) and taking the GRE (which I have to do tomorrow morning).
Now, to take the GRE you have to have a valid form of identification. As I mentioned before, my drivers license got lost a few weeks ago. I thought I would use my passport — since it’s also on the list for primary identification, and it’s the only other type that I had — but after spending over an hour ransacking my bedroom in search of it, I’m pretty sure it’s flown the coop. Why are all my forms of identification leaving me? Am I losing my identity? Before long I will have no name. No past. Perhaps no future.
Just kidding. End dramatic moment. ;) Anyway, I ended up going to the DMV this afternoon to get a duplicate license ($13). It only took fifteen minutes to get the license, thank heavens. (And forty-five minutes getting lost en route. :)) Right now I only have a temporary printed-out license, but I’m hoping the GRE people accept it, because my real license won’t arrive for another three weeks or so.
One last little bit, and this is the reason for the post title. I’ve been on my last pair of contacts for a while now — far longer than the pair was supposed to last — and I knew I needed to order some more pretty soon, but I’ve been putting it off because I didn’t really have time to leech a ride off someone and truck up to Costco. It’s been gnawing away at the back of my mind for several months now. Well, as I was digging through one of my boxes for my passport, to my surprise a little box of contacts fell out. Full. Three pairs (which’ll last me at least six months, probably more), and they’re even from my latest prescription. I had no idea I had them. Sure, I didn’t ever find my passport, but this makes up for it. (And luckily I didn’t have to spend the dreaded three or four hours at the DMV.)
