My contract is going through and I've received an email asking for my departure date to Kabul (Inshallah Inshallah Inshallah).
I really don't have anything else to write.
I'll go back to my quickly beating heart and the heart-mending realization that I might, just might, get to try to make Kabul my home.
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Don't go!
Ok... now that I got that knee-jerk reaction out of the way: CONGRATULATIONS! Keep me posted on your plans. I'm very happy for you.
Do they know that you did not pass 8th grade math? In the interest of keeping you here, I may just have to write a little letter. All kidding aside, congratulations. I know you really wanted this.
P.S. I don't know where the banking grades are but I just called Registrar (all hysterical like because I think it's funny to pretend hysterical), and they said they're not in yet, but they will have them by Friday. To my question of: "What if the prof doesn't turn them in on Friday?" The answer was "We'll make them. Don't worry about it. It'll be in."
Yay. Now get yourself here before I leave so I can introduce you to all my friends and we can go shopping on Chicken Street.
yay!!
sorry i didn't run into you at grad. wtf was up with that speaker, dude??
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