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Along with thunder thighs and a tendency to hoard junk from the 1970's I inherited the Francis gene that prohibits me from mailing letters. It's not that I don't have stamps around, Brad mails things all the time, and I do know how to properly address an envelope-I just loath the idea of sending a letter. I can't explain why exactly but somewhere between putting the stamp on and writing the address I just give up and set the letter aside. I probably have a birthday card for you sitting on the hutch in a pile of exiled letters that will never make it to their rightful receivers. If you come and visit me I probably will not give you your card because it's a little embarrassing when you say "Merry Christmas, Mom! Oh and here is your birthday card from May in your stocking".
I have been putting of ordering my transcripts because I assumed it would require some level of letter sending and/or mail forwarding on my part. Seeing as my classes should start in three weeks, and I had yet to register I had two choices in front of me: Face my family after they found out I had put off school yet another semester or Face my Uspsphobia. I called the PYLUSD transcript office with a pen in hand, ready to send them what they needed to forward my records.
Turns out, you don't need to do anything to have your transcripts faxed. It took all of two seconds, I just gave them my college's address and off they went. If my sister had been here she would have rolled her eyes much as she will when she reads this. All the late nights I layed awake fretting about the deadline I wouldn't meet and the records that wouldn't be sent to be handled in one swift phonecall.