So yeah, I've been accepted to the great glory that is studying science at Saint Mary's. I found out today that my application had been branded "incomplete," because they needed two Grade 12 science or equivalents, and since my physics grade is still pending, they went back to my high school transcript to find another Grade 12 science to go with my chemistry from this spring. (Despite Paul Lutus' assertions, math, at least for the purposes of university admission, is not a science. ;-)
And lo and behold, I scored a magnificent 56 in Biology 12, four points short of what I needed for it to count for anything, admissions-wise.
So the very nice lady from student recruitment who's filling in in the admissions office this week tells me that I should come back after I get my physics grade. She even asked me who I was getting academic advising from, impressed that I was upgrading the way I was. Well, me, of course, the greatest authority in the universe on what I need. ;-) Instead of saying that, I casually stated that I had simply been looking into things myself.
I laughed about the 56, saying, "I was an idiot back then!" In case you're wondering if this kind of nitpicking really matters, it didn't in the end - she told me to wait a moment, and after checking with a colleague, she came back and told me that I would be accepted immediately, taking me at my word that I'd get my physics, but please please bring them that mark as soon as I get it.
I'm tempted to redact this: It's all fun and games now, but I wonder how screwed I'd be if I were Japanese. They have to write numerous exams just to get into high school. All things being equal, I would have failed those, and instead of shopping for a car today I'd be looking for a private box in the woods of Osaka Castle Park. Well, I could get a job if I was lucky, perhaps flipping burgers at McDonald's for 700 yen an hour... for the rest of my life! Man oh man. Reason: I really don't know what I'm talking about.
Oh, more good news! My cousin, who could sell snow to Eskimos, is apparently a not-too-shabby buyer, as she talked down the price of her truck rental by a significant margin. So it looks like we'll be going to Toronto together pretty much as planned! That makes me very happy.
5:30pm: Guy still hasn't called back. I e-mailed him, no response there either. Time to fugadeabout him and his car and move on. Found two handy used car references (in adult non-fiction, not non-circulating reference!) that I'm going to take home and read. Long live the library.