so, today i gathered courage and shot off an email to a professor from uva who i want to write me a recommendation for grad school. i had to gather courage because i hadn't taken a class from him since spring 2001, and i was sure he didn't remember rinky dink old me. but he was a journalism professor, and since uva has, oh, two journalism professors, one of whom i hadn't talked to since my first year, i figured he was my best shot. so i sent an email, complete with transcript and resume and other information to try to jog his memory even a little bit as to who i was.

anyway, upshot of the story: he'll write a recommendation for me! EVEN BETTER: he ADORES the shitty magazine i work on! this crap magazine, with its tiny circulation, has apparently played a vital role in his life, and he seemed impressed that i was associated with it.

so i just wanted to thank the gods of fate. this job kind of sucks, but it might have just landed me a better-than-subpar grad school recommendation.