rejection letters. weeeee!!!

I'm home. And it's anticlimatic. I've already been rejected from two schools.

One of them was DePaul.

I want to go there most of all.

Shitty.

I'm not terribly heartbroken or anything, although that audition did go the best of the four...and it's Chicago and it's Mark Fisher and everything else wonderful. ASU is the other rejection, which I'm not surprised about. So that leaves Michigan and McGill, and...

So, I'm prepared to start fielding ideas about what I should do with my second year off. New York with Jerry? Dallas with Chris? Someplace totally random, like Fuji, and never play my trombone again?

Fuck.