Daria: Is It College Yet? Page #2

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Not good. My Dad says I can't go to Vance unless they give me a scholarship. We

can only afford State University, and they don't even have a business school.

Oh, Mack. You've worked so hard. You've just got to get that scholarship.

What about you? How are your applications going?

Well, I got the big ones in today. Turner and Crestmore.

Crestmore... the dream of dreams.

Hmmm.

What's wrong?

It's a top school and everything, but I'd really rather go to Turner.

Your father's alma mater? He must love that.

He doesn't know I applied.

Why?

Because he wouldn't let me go anyway. He says not even a great African-American

college like Turner can beat the Crestmore name on a resume.

Oh, man. That sucks.

You know, my grandmother was in the first Turner graduating class to admit

women. I'd be carrying on a tradition. Plus, I'd finally get a break from having

to be the perfect Jodie doll at a mostly-white school.

I hear that.

I wish my father did. I can always transfer to Crestmore after a year or two. At

least, I'd find what Turner's like. But his mind's made up.

Well, Crestmore hasn't accepted you yet.

Hey, maybe we should both go to State University. Then we wouldn't have to worry

about how to get together on weekends.

Hi, Jodie. Hi, Mack. You know, I applied to State University, too. They've one

of the best cheerleading squads in the country.

God help me!

Ummm, that's nice, Brittany. Kevin, do you know where you're going?

It's a secret, man.

Why? Is the school embarrassed?

Why would it be embarrassed? I'm a QB. It's not like I'm a brain or anything.

Truer words were never spoken.

Thanks, man!

Tsk, tsk. Oh, Kevin. Well, maybe you'll find a job that doesn't require the

ability to read and write.

I'm so depressed!

Janet!

Do you know what today is? D-Day, the fifth anniversary of my D-vorce.

Janet, I'm sorry.

You're sorry? You didn't spend years of your life telling him again and again to

get his grubby hands off of the remote, quit his damned coughing, stop behaving

like an imbecile, only to be tossed into the trash like a broken record!

Um, Janet! I can certainly understand your, um, sadness.

Why, marriage is a sacred union that's supposed to represent the love and trust

two people...

Skinny, what did you say?

Marriage is a sacred union that...

Yeeees!

Euh... yes?

I accept!

Um, hmmm, huh?

My silly, silly Skinny. You don't have to ask again. Yes, I will marry you!

Oh, dear!

Daria, the Sloanes are here.

Hey, is Middleton is on this whirlwind college tour of yours, kiddo?

Umm, not this trip.

Oh, um, Daria, you know, some people just aren't cut out for military school.

I know, Dad, but I think it's admirable the way you've managed to pull your life

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