*My mom says that they probably felt the Spirit tell them that I shouldn't be in DC because God knows that I won't have enough time for it, and I spread myself too thin.
*The One is obviously not to be found by working with DC.
*I had a stupor of thought. And by "stupor of thought," I mean, when they were doing improv, I couldn't think of anything.
I'm actually relieved more than anything, because I was already starting to worry about the time commitment. When I was waiting for the final news (phone call if I made it, email if I didn't) my mom and I decided that it would be good news either way.
I got in? Good news! I got in!
I didn't get in? Good news! Now I won't be involved in a time-sucking venture!
Good news, everyone! Good news! You can call me Tuesdays and Thursdays from 8 to 10 because I won't be busy.