Miss Arabella came home from the interview fearing the worst. She was applying to a university to study a combined law degree and as well as having satisfactory grades, she had to have a one-hour interview with the Dean of Law.
She came home beating herself up with a long list of regrets and saying ‘should-a, would-a, could-a’ a lot but balancing the hysterics, I told her that to me, it sounded like she had done very well in answering his questions and asking him questions of her own.
Slightly reassured she then had a melt-down that it might take up to two weeks for her to hear whether or not she would be offered one of a hundred places. ‘Why couldn’t he just tell me at the end of the interview?’ and ‘Why will it take two weeks?’ and, ‘It’s going to be all I can think about until the 15th’.
‘That’s life’, Arabella, ‘You can’t have everything on your terms. If you’re half as busy as me the next 10 or so days will go by very quickly’.
But the very next day I went down to the letter box and there was a very large envelope from the university addressed to Arabella. Arabella wasn’t home as was flat-out getting a ‘mani and pedi’ from the Vietnamese. I phoned her to let her know a thick wad of papers had arrived in an envelope from the university and did she want me to open it. ‘Oh, yes, open it, tell me what it is’.
So I opened the envelope and attached to a lot of papers was a covering letter saying, ‘On behalf of the Vice Chancellor…I am thrilled to offer you a place at the University commencing in Semester 1, 2015. Your course details are as follows, Bachelor of Laws/Bachelor of Arts.’
She was so excited she cried. After I congratulated her I did say, ‘Aren’t you glad you wore my dress? Presentation is so important’. And I know a few of you have wanted to see the dress she wore to the interview. I bought it from Anthropology while in New York and wore it out to dinner on the last night of our holiday.
Of course when Arabella reluctantly agreed to wear the dress, she said, ‘But I don’t have any shoes’. This is not a true statement; Arabella has more shoes than me but she has nothing appropriate for an interview. I said, ‘I’ll lend you my orange wedges; they’re the perfect colour and they’re very comfortable if you have to walk a long distance’.
‘Mum’, she said as she rolled her eyes. Because my orange wedges are not the sort of shoe Miss Arabella would like to be seen wearing. (Not that she was likely to bump into anyone she knew).
‘Well what about these?’ I asked as I presented her with a pair of my sandals.
‘No, I remember I borrowed those when we were in New York and they’re really uncomfortable’.
‘Time is marching by, Arabella; you’re about to miss the bus, don’t you think they’ll be fine to get you there and back?’
‘I’ll keep looking in my wardrobe’.
‘Nothing is going to jump out at you. You don’t have any sensible shoes.’ And I was desperate. Desperate to get her out the door on time (which didn’t happen) and with appropriate shoes. I went to that special place in my wardrobe. ‘You can wear these’, I said as I handed them to her; ‘They’re Kate Spade, I bought them at Saks and I haven’t worn them yet’. And her face lit up.
‘Ooooooh, I love these; thanks mum’.
And so having outfitted my daughter for her interview, I do think I deserve a little credit for her acceptance into Arts/Law.
And now the euphoria has worn off and we’re facing five years of law school. Stay tuned – there’s bound to be some updates.