Folks, I think I figured it out.
I look at the people who are in programs and doing things I want to do. Fuzzy Suessian, Resurgence(ZN), etc and I notice a particular thing they have in common.
They’re all above 200 internet/reputation points.
THAT’S what you turn these in for, an acceptance! I dunno how the adcomms figure out who is who but they’re sneaky… good thing you have me here to keep them honest.
Muwahahaha all I need to do now is post more puppy pics and I’ll be in
Today I joined the ranks of the many wonderful people who have been rejected from a school.
We plenty, we miserable plenty, we band of rejects;
For y’all today that sheds your tears with me
Shall be my peer; be us ne’er so naive,
This day shall gentle our condition;
And the accepted in programs now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their research cheap whiles any speaks
That w‘er rejected with us upon Saint Valentine’s day.
I've learned the hard way; never tell a woman to calm down, chill, or relax.
But my relationships (thankfully) aren’t the point of this post.
I think I’m managing all the waiting pretty well. No matter what the AdCom tells me – I’ll figure out a way to live the life I want. Pffft, It’s only the first week of February. Pffft, that “Results Post” from UT Austin Rhetoric… it’s probably imaginary,
I think I’m doing well – and then I think, “they’d tell me first, right?”
I think, “
If I had a time machine.
My time machine would be a sledgehammer: just a sledgehammer. Nothing elaborate. To operate it I’d stick it between my legs (like a Harry Potter riding his Firebolt) and swish off to a far away time. Or perhaps I’d stand on the hammer. I dunno, I’ll let the engineers and the designers debate. This TimeHammerMachine would smash through dimensions and temporal structure, to hell with paradox… I smash paradox. How? I’ll let the physics and philosophy students explain.
I see my fellow bloggers have taken the time to update recently. Perhaps I’m a bit narcissistic but I’d feel better if I had another of my TARDIS pictures in the blog listings.
(This is an interesting phenomenon. A lot like when your neighbor mows his law and you feel compelled to mow yours.)
So here I am – updating: My grass isn’t any greener than yours.
I have officially started my final semester of my undergrad education. For the first time in my college experience I feel
My apps are better than good - they're done. nearly
My writing sample is solid!
My SOP sets me apart!
Everyone likes me in the GradCafe chatroom!
This overwhelming doubt and second guessing (do I really want to specialize in anything? why can't I just drink coffee and talk big theories with neck bearded folks at the local coffee shop) will fade away.
It's not a matter of IF I get accepted it is only a matter of WHEN.
I won't lose friends.
Relationships won't d
The blog is titled “The Many Flavors of Rhetoric” because they told me I could name it whatever I want and I was hungry.
So: Here I am in the middle of Grad School app season. Follow my angst, share my excitement, and (some other tagline because someone told me things look good in threes).
Male, ruggedly handsome.
Middle-of-Nowhere Uni that accepts everyone and graduates few. (GPA 3.69)
GRE V164 Q150 AW 4