Part of this series of photos. I miss days like that. Contrast this shot ("Bad Haze Day" taken earlier today) with the one above. The haze is not showing signs of waning; visibility is so low, you can hardly see the hills.
Getting rejected by LSE was the beginning of a series of unremarkable events. After allowing myself a brief moment to utter words I'd sworn not to f---ing use, I went on with my life. I blogged, I played, I took photos, I sat for exams and I asked some girl out but was rejected. Life was pretty normal.
But, the thing about rejections is that they come back to haunt you. I'm stuck in a trilemma of sort because LSE doesn't want me in their halls of learning. I have conditional offers from City, Heriot-Watt and Kent; choices I wouldn't have been forced upon had LSE given me a chance. Don't get me wrong, all three are good universities and it's an honour to be given offers but sometimes too many choices can be bad.
The time Rory had to choose between Yale, Harvard and Princeton, she did a pro/con list. That's a good idea except for the little thing about my being bad at separating the pros from the cons (Hmm, City is in London... that's good... then again, it could be bad).
Oh, sod it. I think I'll put off making a decision at least until I'm done with the trial exams (which, unfortunately, will commence next week). Meanwhile I have a bigger dilemma at hand; should I read up for the exams (which is freaking next week and I think I'm going to flunk) or blog about smog and trilemma? Help me decide, someone?