<p>Call that number tomorrow between 10 and 4 Eastern time (or maybe 9 and 4, I’m not exactly sure).</p>
<p>Then participate in the following conversation:</p>
<p>Dial number</p>
<p>You: Anxiously “Hello, I’m a TASP applicant and was wondering if you were able to check my interview status.”</p>
<p>Person: Hurriedly “Last name, please”</p>
<p>You: “[Say last name]”</p>
<p>Person:
[ul][<em>]Possibility A: Congratulations, you will be getting an interview.
[</em>]Possibility B: I’m sorry to say that you will not be getting an interview.[/ul]</p>
<p>I give it two thumbs up! Acting could have been a bit more in depth, but all together, I loved the movie’s message: hope; more specifically, hope that you won’t be annihilated by the Telluride phone answerer.</p>
<p>I like the open-endedness. We’re not given the complete story… Does our protagonist burst into tears just after we cut to black? Is he happy/sad/indifferent? We’re left to draw our own conclusions about his life thereafter. It’s only a snippet, a moving, powerful, tiny glimpse onto one person’s encounter with the unknown in life. Bravo.</p>
<p>I got my letter today…I’m a finalist! Oh man, I’m so excited! I can’t wait to get to the interview. Has anybody here already gone through this process before? How formal/informal are the interviews? How long do they last? How many times should I reread the essays I wrote to make sure I don’t forget anything? What is appropriate to wear? Whoever has some answers please PM me and calm me down, because I’m spazzing the hell out. Woot!</p>
<p>I think the above scene offers up an existential definition, and suggests that we must decide for ourselves the paths that our lives will take, creating a purpose for our existence along the way…cleary the phone call serves as a metaphor for human existence, and seeming lack of control and futility it bears. I think this moving masterpiece calls for a Pulitzer…</p>
<p>New summer project: write an angsty play/novel/Jagged Little Pill-esque album about the stressfulness of junior year, including TASP…</p>
<p>Someone please tell me the logic of a person being notified that their package will arrive on Monday the 10th even though they asked for ONE-DAY SHIPPING when they placed the order on March 7th.</p>
<p>I think it won a bunch of Tony’s. I haven’t seen much of it (on Youtube) but I hear about it everyday in pre-calc. Usually they start singing, too. (:</p>
<p>It’s too late for their system to process the order, so it won’t be shipped until tomorrow morning, which is the seventh. Still, the order should get to me by Saturday.</p>
<p>Oh my. Singing in pre-calculus about teenage sex and hormones?
Well, it’s not like they weren’t thinking about it anyway. Might as well let it out. ;)</p>
<p>My brother just sent me this when I told him that I was rejected. (:
God, I love how awesome he is. Maybe it will cheer you guys up some, but I still say that you should have hope, fridge.</p>