OK, I lied. I didn't send that stuff out yesterday. But it was for a good reason,
honest. By the time Rudder (a ruthless proofreader) got to it and then got through
with it, it was bedtime. The ironic part: Rudder, who can't spell for beans (I
mean, literally, for all I know, he might have trouble spelling "for beans") even
caught me a misspelling a name. He says the writing samples are much more polished
than the accompanying letters, which doesn't really seem like a bad thing to me.
Part of it is because I'd spent more time on the sample essays, but a major part,
I think, is just that I am a better essayist than cover-letter-writer. Of course
I'll try to get the letters as good as I can, since in this case every bit of my
writing they see counts for or against me.
I planned to cox for
Yosemite Sam's group today, but ended up riding in the launch with him instead.
The city is paranoid about possible liability issues, so even though I've rowed
and coached for them before and they ought to have all my waivers on file, I can't
get in one of their rowing shells until I am officially registered for this
quarter. The crowning indignity is that they are going to charge me to cox! It's
only $10, probably for their (perceived) liability costs or possibly their
insurance, but coxing is the sort of service for which people are generally
grateful, since most rowers would far rather row.
Off to the next
meeting.