the ramble dump

As I was making my way through my birthday post yesterday, one of them was slightly larger than all the others. On the front it said, 'Mr. C. Jordon', and I wondered which relative it was who had spelt my name wrong. I opened it, saw the Athenaeum logo, and thought, 'Wow, I didn't expect them to send me a birthday card.' Then I read it.

'Dear Christopher,'

I hated it already.

'We regret that you did not make the final six this year. Thank you for trying, yours like them all was a super effort. The standard was very high with only half marks prevailing, for the final choices. These made after much deliberation.'

Told you so. I love how rejection letters are always filled with such blatant lies. They totally make me feel good about putting all that time and effort into it. I also love how they included a thing filled with photos and such captions as 'the splendid dining room' and 'the impressive newsroom' to show me what I didn't win.

There's no way I'm going to try again next year. Misspelling my name was unforgivable enough (especially for a place that prides itself on being so academic), but the fact that they sent it on my birthday, my birthday, despite them saying the judging would happen on the 22nd (FILTHY WHOREBRED LIARS) was just evil of them.

Being a bad loser is so much fun. :P At least now that I have my first rejection letter, I can officially call myself a writer.

# posted by Chris @ 7:16 PM