It’s been a few days (a little more than three to be precise) that that little piece of information was revealed that was to decide my city of residence and study for the next two years. Dialed in a few numbers, pat came the reply. Status quo, it said. Large and clear. Well, not literally. In reality, it said “Not Selected” but well that’s what it implied.
Status quo is a difficult concept to understand. It probably means that things remain as they are. But do they? Or does lack of change necessarily imply degeneration? I don’t know. Maybe if I did, I wouldn’t be writing about the frustrations of the day. Maybe one of my few readers can answer.
I have never been a sore loser. Not a particularly sporting one, but not sore. Enough to accept the occasional failures. I wonder why this time bugs me so much.
carvaan 