It’s Like Christmas Eve…

…you know how, when you’re little, and the following day is a big holiday, and you know that if you go to sleep, the holiday will get here that much quicker, but the anticipation is too great and you just can’t fall asleep?

…or when something big is going to happen in the latter part of the following day, so you know that you have no need to wake up early or anything, because you’ll just spend those waking hours wondering about that something big, but you’re really excited so you wind up waking up at about 5:52 a.m. anyway?

Tomorrow, ladies and gents, is the big vote. The vote that will determine whether or not my lil’ project, my “no big deal” venture into an area of academic curiousity that became a Note I really cared about, gets published in Volume 41 of the Valparaiso Law Review.

I really hope it does.

The voting meeting convenes tomorrow at 2:00. The Notes get voted on in alphabetical order by “secret letter.” Each Note is assigned a “secret letter” so that the author can remain anonymous, if he or she so desires. My Note is letter K. I’m not afraid of posting that here, because I’m not really sure how secret that is anymore. I think everyone refers to Note K as “Marissa’s Note,” because I haven’t really made any attempt to be anonymous.

Anyway, the vote goes in alphabetical order by secret letter, so I’ll be toward the middle of the pack. K is a letter in my last name. That must be a good omen. Plus, it’s in the word “OK” which is good. And it’s the first letter of my best friend’s name, and the first letter of my aunt’s middle name. All good signs, you see.

I hope.

I have no idea, really, when I will hear the results of the voting. I mean, Theresa (the editor in charge of the student notewriting process) will call me when the voting is over, but I have no idea when that might be. Perhaps dinner time? Perhaps not until late at night? Hard to say.

But the big day is upon us, tomorrow. I’m excited and hopeful and as much as I promised myself that I wouldn’t let myself get too worked up about it (because if it doesn’t work out, I didn’t want to be crushed), I did let myself get worked up about it. (Gee, how unpredictable!) And I really, really want it.

Here’s hoping that tomorrow’s dinner might be a celebratory one.

Until then, I think I’m going to head to bed. I dunno how long until I fall asleep, but hey, it’s freezing cold outside, so it’s a good night to snuggle beneath the electric blanket with my Build-A-Bear buddies (Bert, Harry, and Emmet) and watch some late night infomercials!

Cheers to all… and send me lucky thoughts tomorrow! Here’s hoping for publishability!

Oh, and I have decided that I will be maintaining radio silence until I hear the results tomorrow. So the next post on this page will either be a deleriously happy one, or a very disappointed one. I hope it’s the former.