CMOT Dibbler; or why I hate myself today.

[raven]

I didn't get a Harrison scholarship. Shall we start by getting that piece of information out there? I didn't get a Harrison scholarship.

It's not worth much, and is just pointless, pretentious academic frippery, and I wanted one.

I didn't get one because I wasn't good enough. I said so at the time with my GCSE results, which despite what might have been said I knew weren't good enough. Not for this, exactly; just not good enough, full stop.

I hate it when I'm right.

Incidentally, I won the Margaret Mann prize for English Language. My mother thinks this is very, very lacking in importance.

Incidentally to that, Mrs Mann was the one who rejected me from Stanfield all those years ago.

Fuck it.

Comments

[language-idling.livejournal.com]

If I were in charge of scholarships, I would give all of them to you. Except for the ones I'd give to Leigh. And I'd have to split the top English/Writing prize (which would be the most important prize of all, and not even your mother could contest that) in two so that I could give it to both of you.

You really mustn't take not getting scholarships too personally. You *are* brilliant. One B does not make a lousy transcript. Everything I want to say has already been said.

I won the English prize for my year in highschool and they gave me the something or other something or other handbook for writers and editors which was sort of a trivia book. It is currently sitting in a box in Halifax, gathering dust. It is the thought that counts. Not that you could even buy *one* book here for the 6 (symbol I can't make) in book tokens (which is $12 CAD, I think)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*laughs*
I love you. And Leigh.

Most books are five-ninety-nine (can't put a pound sign into a comment). Therefore they think they're being generous by giving you six. But as you say, the thought...