Dec. 20th, 2015

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Dad has progressed a lot -- like, I think this is the end, like we are looking at weeks -- and my inability to concentrate on anything may have completely fried my chances at graduate school for the near future. I haven't kept in touch with my recommenders, I haven't managed my personal statement, and I haven't edited down my "this is why my GPA sucks" letter in order to fit the really horrific character limit (600 characters to explain four separate circumstances?).