How I3 squirmed can go into 12

when I found out that I had not made the cut and i was first runner up, I was prepared to run her over some unwitting twelf with Malia's Van, HMS. Had I not been in NYC when I got the news.I was devastated. I could not bare the idea of another year alone in my studio. being an easel painter has its perks, to be sure, but I would say it left me feeling very connected or well-round. I knew that I had to get in.
I didn't have a plan B and I had already told Janie at PDX that this was The Plan.

I sent Susan hoffman some embarrassing e-mails.Trying every angle I could think of even offering to be a slave for the chosen 12 But ultimately in my last ditch effort, i cussed - telling her and Byron that they were making a big mistake and that I was gonna be really good at stuff that neither of them or myself could imagine... " You guys should let me in,Dammit!"
She told me to hang tight and x my fingers.
so I x'd my fingers.
I think persistence is the lesson here and, maybe, the judicious use of Cuss.