YOU MUST APPLY TO GRAD SCHOOL.
Nov. 14th, 2008 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitewithfishAnchor Porter, my friends. Anchor Porter makes a happy girl.
The story of my current life, as told in action movies:
Announcer: *whispers* You were not ready for it. It came creeping into your life. The day has come and now...
Anouncer: * thunders like the wrath of Khan* YOU MUST APPLY TO GRAD SCHOOL.
/silly
I'm doing all the stuff I need to do- recommendation letters, noting deadlines, taking the tests they want- and it's kind of wearing on me. My project partner, who stirs up the instincts that most other people have for wounded birds and I have for thesising seniors, told me that I look tired and stressed out.
This is not to say that I am not on top of things, precisely. I've got four recommendation letters going for me, and another possible two (in addition, much more than I need). I took the GRE's, which did not give me good score, but gave me a score at least. I'm doing meetings with professors to talk and tell them about what I want with my life and why I want to study religion of all things, and how I am confused about going into the ministry or academics (the choice has been made for academics, mostly).
I am, in other words, getting my shit together and becoming publicly accountable for the hopes and dreams of all my professors who like me, and we shall see what happens.
I really, truly want to go to grad school and get to talk about religion and the human mind in my everyday life. That would rock every last ounce of my little socks.
I will get into grad school somewhere, I know. I just really want it to be the Divinity School at the University of Chicago or Harvard Divinity School because they are the best, and I want to BE the best and learn from the best.
*sigh* And life goes on around me. Mayhap this would have been easier if I had actually applied to colleges like a normal human, and not fallen in love with Swelles and gotten in Early Decision?
In the event that everything falls apart, I am also getting my resume together to look for a job. Yay jobs.
The story of my current life, as told in action movies:
Announcer: *whispers* You were not ready for it. It came creeping into your life. The day has come and now...
Anouncer: * thunders like the wrath of Khan* YOU MUST APPLY TO GRAD SCHOOL.
/silly
I'm doing all the stuff I need to do- recommendation letters, noting deadlines, taking the tests they want- and it's kind of wearing on me. My project partner, who stirs up the instincts that most other people have for wounded birds and I have for thesising seniors, told me that I look tired and stressed out.
This is not to say that I am not on top of things, precisely. I've got four recommendation letters going for me, and another possible two (in addition, much more than I need). I took the GRE's, which did not give me good score, but gave me a score at least. I'm doing meetings with professors to talk and tell them about what I want with my life and why I want to study religion of all things, and how I am confused about going into the ministry or academics (the choice has been made for academics, mostly).
I am, in other words, getting my shit together and becoming publicly accountable for the hopes and dreams of all my professors who like me, and we shall see what happens.
I really, truly want to go to grad school and get to talk about religion and the human mind in my everyday life. That would rock every last ounce of my little socks.
I will get into grad school somewhere, I know. I just really want it to be the Divinity School at the University of Chicago or Harvard Divinity School because they are the best, and I want to BE the best and learn from the best.
*sigh* And life goes on around me. Mayhap this would have been easier if I had actually applied to colleges like a normal human, and not fallen in love with Swelles and gotten in Early Decision?
In the event that everything falls apart, I am also getting my resume together to look for a job. Yay jobs.
