Jill texted me Monday night to let me know how her first day of her last semester of undergrad went, and said she was exhausted. Rightfully so, since she's in school full time, working three jobs plus being a teacher's assistant in another class. Girlfriend has got to be tired. She called me yesterday and I was with a patient, so I tried calling her back, to no avail. Texted her to be sure everything was ok. She texted back later on saying she had just called to tell me about her first day of class, and that it was exhausting. She's so tired she's repeating herself a bit, but that's ok.
So she called me today, and of course I missed the call. Called her back and she said she is having great fun as a teacher's assistant for a class of 144. She was particularly excited, however, that she had gotten an email from one of the grad schools she's applied to.
"Mom, it was a hand written email."
I'll give that a minute to sink in.
I figured that girlfriend was just exhausted, but no, she repeated it two more times during the conversation which, hilariously, was interrupted simultaneously by Michael calling Jill's phone from the next room, and Jim, who has the flu, was calling my phone from his sickbed upstairs. Kind of the equivalent of the days when I used to IM Thomas to tell him to come down to dinner. I did not, however, hand write the IM.
There are, after all, those who lament the passing of cursive writing, may it rest in peace. And some day, the kids of the next generation will lament that passing of the hand written email. And just in case you are wondering, the "hand written" email was, as Jill explained, not a canned response to her application. It was an email that was obviously written to Jill, not "to whom it may concern." Keep your fingers crossed that the acceptance letter isn't far behind. I know I am.