Lj Idol, Week 4, When You're a Razorback, you're a Razorback for Life
The rejection letters kept piling up. I remember my Dad showing me several stacks, all neatly classified and coalated, all rejections. I remember helping my Dad open them, and I remember how he always grimaced as he read the names of the firms neatly typed on the envelopes and the gloomy tomes that were spattered within. Would he ever get a job? Was getting a degree at 40 really such a good idea? When the call came in the Spring of 1993, my sister and I knew that this was going to be different, that rejection wasn't going to be the answer. We just wondered where we would go. What would it be like? What school would we go to? Would we have friends ... wherever it was we were going? Were we going to go somewhere glamorous? Were we going to the east coast or the west coast?
"Well guys," Dad proclaimed. "we're going to Arkansas."
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"Well guys," Dad proclaimed. "we're going to Arkansas."
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This is an entry for the Lj Idol writing contest locatet in the
