I don't really want to hear back from schools anymore. I just want to forget I made this horrible mistake of applying and thinking I might get in somewhere.
Don't take this the wrong way, but aren't you in grad school already? Why don't you ask one of your professors, or someone else in your program, or even a librarian? Seems a more effective strategy than grad cafe.
Does anyone get offended on behalf of minorities in conversations with other white people?
Does anyone inordinately enjoy Portlandia?
Does anyone feel a smug sense of self-worth after finishing the most recent issue of the New Yorker?
#bourgeouis_practices
And then what? Is there any tangible consequence to "losing it"? Will you start smearing shit all over your walls and screaming or something? I'm trying to figure out my own losing-it strategy. Maybe I'll change my name and leave the country, become an international con artist. Maybe I'll become a nude fetish model.
I'll claim it if no one else will. It's like when you're at Starbucks and someone's drink comes up, and they call the name but no one comes to take it. Aren't you ever tempted to just take it and drink it yourself? And then also drink your coffee when it's ready? Because you are addicted to caffeine and, like a junky, morality becomes a tertiary concern?
Please may I join your pity party? Though I am probably unworthy. I got a rejection yesterday and so far nothing else. I am brining in my own tears right now.
Now that I have one rejection and no other news, I'm fairly convinced that I won't get in anywhere and I'll spend next year living on my mom's couch, shoveling down ice cream between crying jags. Actually that doesn't sound so bad.