Fic: David Karofsky's "Sing-A-Long Blog" - 10/?
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Dave’s Room
"Bad Horse Reprise"
There was an inkling in the back of Dave’s mind that his plans to get into Cornell University wouldn’t be enough. Sure he was still in hockey and football, but that wasn’t enough. And he wasn’t sure if glee and the musical would be enough either.
Sighing, he pulled out his computer and pulled up the email. He’d talked to his dad about it, and the only advice he received was to ask the admissions office. Typing up a quick email, he mentioned what he had added and what he was doing to add more then asked if that seemed to be enough or if he should see if there was anything else he could do at this late date that could help him along. It wasn’t much, but hopefully he’d been clear enough to make answering simple.
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It had been almost a week and he still had no answer. He wondered if he’d sent it to the wrong address and quickly pulled it up to double check. Nope. Correct email address. He was about to send another when there was a chime signaling new mail. He saw it was from Cornell and quickly opened the message.
He saw the operation
You tried to pull today
But your humiliation means he still votes nay
And now assassination is just the only way
“Dear Mr. Karofsky,
I apologize for the time it took me to reply. I’ve reviewed your existing and added activities as well as your previous application. Unfortunately, they are not quite enough. Because you show no other interest in the arts anywhere else, the admissions board would find it hard that you decided to join your glee club because you really wanted to.
Should you win your election that could help. Or you can elaborate on your decision to join your glee club in your admission’s essay. There is always room to add more. Just make sure you stick to what you enjoy.”
There will be blood
It might be yours
So go kill someone
Signed: Bad Horse
“I wish you luck in your endeavors.
Sincerely,
Duncan Haynes”
Dave could feel himself deflate. He’d better hope that he could pull off that essay. In fact… he pulled up a word document and started typing only to be interrupted by Az bursting into his room.
“Dude, you hear back from the Corny people yet?”
Dave rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop the chuckle. “It’s Cornell, man. And yeah. Apparently it’s not enough. They don’t think I joined glee cause I wanted to, but because I needed to.”
“Well, you did, didn’t you?”
“At first,” Dave shrugged. “But I mean, it’s not that bad, kinda therapeutic in a way.”
“Dude, you’re so gay.”
Dave opened his mouth to deny it but decided against putting in that effort. Instead, he changed the conversation’s direction, and if Az noticed, he didn’t comment. “It’s kinda like when you joined the French club. You did it cause your dad told you to, and you actually have fun. Especially whenever they have parties.”
“Because we get pastries.”
“Yeah whatever,” Dave grinned. He knew his friend really enjoyed sitting around and talking in French. It made him feel that he really was as smart as his report card said.
“You could still join the mathletes. Or the physics club.”
Shaking his head, Dave closed his computer and turned on his console. “Not my thing. I mean, they’re actually both kinda bad at it. And I’m not avoiding them cause I don’t like the idea of loosing all our competitions. I just know a lot of the work would be forced on me, and I don’t want to be running a club while doing all this other stuff.”
“Dork.”
“Well, I’ll just have to hope winning secretary by default is enough to get into Cornell.”
“You could volunteer at an old folks home.”
“Retirement home, dude. And no, I visited my granddad in one and was there when he passed. They kinda give me the creeps now.”
“Volunteer as a repo guy?”
“Dude, shut up! Just play the game.”
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