I finally emptied my London Fund a few days ago! |
King's College was my dream school |
Now, I'm not one for fatalism, but by some happy occurrence, these gloomy frustrations were poking particularly petulantly at me while I was at my family's annual Fourth of July reunion in Pleasanton, Kansas. That day, lured by the bouquet of burning barbecue, I approached a picnic table surrounded by chatty groups of people. The words "study abroad" and "Cork, Ireland" snatched my attention at once. They came from one Kat Gleeson, the 26-year-old daughter of a family friend and I had no idea how they would utterly change my life.
Kansas family cabin, viewed from the fateful picnic table |
About an hour and a half after I had eagerly ingratiated myself into Kat's conversation, I was with left effervescent hope and a start: a torn piece of paper, flecked with barbecue sauce and crammed with information, most notably the words "Arcadia University" circled emphatically in blue ink.
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