R.I.P.

My dearest VW, we called you Bug.

Many days were we together, coasting to a gas pump.

The rides to school from seminary I will never forget.

I hope to never see your frame in a lump.

I loved you from the beginning and will always regret

leaving you behind; I feel like a chump.

At least I won't freeze to death.

Well I heard from NDSU today.

The good news is that I won't be freezing to death next winter in Fargo, ND.

It was, perhaps, the nicest rejection letter I've ever had though.

It was a little ironic, because I got the email while doing an exercise in one of my classes in which we write and discuss our plans in 5, 10, 30 years. As I had just finished writing about finishing grad school, I got an email letting me know I will not be going to one of the 5 places I applied. At least next year.