So a few days ago I received another email from Rits. This time it was about a “missing application document” which was my Certificate of Scheduled High School Graduation, and that I needed to send it over to them before January 30 so I can “proceed my enrollment without delay”.

At first I was furious because out of all the documents I had to prepare for my applications that was one of the toughest ones to process. (Yes, even harder than writing that stupid essay.)

You see, my school is apparently run by incompetent people who care nothing about the future of their students’ further education and wouldn’t even look at me when I explained to them (and asked them very kindly!) to help me with what I needed, why I needed it, and how I needed to get it now. It was just like in the movies, where the administration lady would only roll her eyes on somebody whenever they asked to see the principal. I mean I had to push, fight, bicker, and push some more for a whole week before they finally agreed to issue a letter (a very short letter) clarifying my status as a senior at the school and information regarding my scheduled graduation.

Bottom line: I never wanted to go back into the administration office and now Rits is telling me that if I want so badly to even have a chance at enrolling into their school I have to go through that hell all over again.

But I gave up, or should I say gave in. I went down to the office today, put on my best bitches-better-give-me-what-I-want face and succeeded to get my hands on another letter.

I was still a little pissed when the UPS man came at 6 and charged me for another $42 just to send some paper across the Pacific Ocean.

Until I went back up to my room and found something suspiciously familiar at the bottom of my underwear drawer.

It was the letter.

So it turns out the people at Rits were right, I never included the letter in my forms to be sent to Japan in the first place.

And to think I was just about to throw a ball of red fury and rage on them for mindlessly losing something that I had busted my ass so hard for.

But just what was it doing in my underwear drawer and how did it even get there in the first place…