*pant, pant*

Just finished my matriculation interview.
God, I think I embarrassed myself somewhere along the way, but I'm not entirely certain when or how.
I don't know whether to say that went well, mediocre, or smashingly terrible...the interviewer sat there squinting in a thoughtful sort of way with her hand crooked up by her mouth while I babbled on and on, hoping I'd hit on something that would convince her I was worth spending the financial aid on.
If there was one downfall in my babbling, it was that I was honest. Honesty about an academic record and study habits such as mine isn't always a good thing. However, she knows I wasn't hiding anything or emphasizing my good points; still, though, I think I might have said too much... To quote Stuart Davis, I need a muffler for my brain.

Shame, shame.

I told her about my bathroom analogy for my vocation, though, and that was entertaining. ^_^
Bathroom analogy (aka: me vs. the urge to go into the M.Div program):
I said it's like you're sitting at your computer playing games or writing a paper, and you are really wrapped up in what you are doing and don't want to stop. However, your body is telling you that a trip to the potty-room might be recommendable in the immediate future. But you ignore it, steadfastly playing or writing and gritting your teeth as the pressure on your bladder gets steadily worse. Eventually you are going to have to go whether you like it or not. That's how I feel. I'm bebopping along, doing my thing and I'm really into it, and yet...I have to go and do the M.Div. Program. I'm ignoring that urge, but it's getting harder and harder to shut it out. Eventually, I think I will have to do it. I really don't want to though, even though I think it might make me feel better-- in the same way going to the bathroom makes you feel better.
Vivid, ne?

God, please let them accept me as a student. Please, please, please! I really need the financial aid.