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My daughter is in the political science master's program and lives in one of the grad apartments on the Cook campus - it is around $4500/semester, the meal plan is optional, and costs vary depending on which plan is chosen. She has one of the cheaper meal plans, but I drop off groceries to her weekly -so she isn't a typical starving grad student

This is the schedule I got for my recruitment event (communications, library & info science), your schedule will probably be somewhat similar 0900 - shuttle from hotel (I am skipping the overnight at the hotel and will be driving directly from my house) 0915 - 0945 - breakfast & welcome 0945 - 1030 - info on funding/housing/practical matters 1030 - 1055 - meet the doctoral students assoc (DSA) 1100 - 1125 - faculty 1 on 1 meetings (faculty member #1) 1130 - 1155 - faculty 1 on 1 meetings (faculty member #2) 1200 - 1255 - lunch 1300 - 1325 - faculty 1 on 1 meetings (faculty member #3) 1330 - 1530 - phd colloquium session 1545 - 1645 - conversations with faculty 1645 - 1745 - light refreshments - includes masters, undergrad students and office staff (make sure to get to know the office staff as they THE most important folks to know at any organization) 1800 - 2000 - dinner local restaurant with recruits, faculty and DSA volunteers 2000 - ???? - social gathering at the DSA headquarters Basically a full day of short events. No dress code was specified, so I will default to business casual. As for imposter syndrome - just be yourself, you aren't expected to know everything yet.

That is a totally different animal. You could just decline the interview and mention the expense issue, or ask if they would be willing to do something over skype. Since you said 'down to the interview', I assume that it is either U Michigan or Sarah Lawrence. I have never been to U Mich, but I have driven past Sarah Lawrence many times - pretty little campus, and easy access to NYC on the Metro North line.

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It is probably the hops that you don't like, try something herbal and minimally hopped - like Empire's White Aphro (lavender and lemon peel dominate the flavor) For me the thing I hate is flavored coffees, I want my coffee to be coffee flavored, no hazelnut/vanilla/chocolate/pumpkin spice/cinnamon etc. Just coffee, no cream, no sugar.

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One year a long time ago, there were penguins who didn't wear hats when swimming. This made their mothers livid. "Unacceptable!" Frightened, they screamed, "Bears!" Nobody seemed convinced so instead of going swimming they tried juggling. Their mothers tried everything they thought would teach her a skill. However, she couldn't even make oatmeal without disastrous results. So, the penguins gathered money (obviously) trying to purchase a bear. Towering over them, a grizzly beast danced, devouring all bears with such ferocity that even God enjoyed it. Afterwards, God congratulated the penguins and applauded them. "You did it!" Suddenly, the grizzly beast started dancing vigorously. There was an acromantula nearby. It challenged the preconception that magical mushrooms were magical. Sparkling, the magical mushrooms were spreading throughout town. Nobody with pyromania thought grilled cheese would spontaneously erupt into nine identical squirrels! Nevertheless, the penguins elucidated the benefits of sparkling water from Iceland. Suddenly, Iceland exclaimed, "Enough!!! No more penguins. Kill all of the arcades on Monday because King Arthur suffered from sphenisciphobia." Tragically, everyone forgot lasers cure bug madness, meaning none of them stripped the violet beast of his powerful jaw bones. So while some arms spouted Kool-aid, others chopped nuts. This phenomenon halted commerce. Together twenty-five yellow dragons danced sporadically inebriating all anger gods, while academics drank champagne profusely. Who were they? Snotty undergrads eating free Tetrahydrocannabinol Chlorate. Homicidal kittens emerged from congressional hearings purring rhythmic improvised melodies, infuriating the associate professors who stripped them intermittently of all credentials. The incredulous kittens meowed like dragons farts. Except Bruno, who mewed like tinkling bells. Understandably, one chicken farted. Then, surreptitiously, two giraffes killed the conspicuous dragon. Audaciously, someone belched "RAWR!" Startled, four punks flew down from the Appalachian, a bit wide-eyed, and jumped into a brobdingnagian beam of protons, flipping fingers zestfully. Meanwhile, the paladins prophylactically committed themselves to diabolical plots. Therefore, lemonade became the de jure punishment for audacious acts.

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Unless one of the other programs offered you admission, I would do the interview.

I'm in diferenf field, but it looks like I am doing things completely the opposite of the others here. Like you, I dropped out of undergrad at 20. Life, family and career intervened and I finally restarted it when I was 45. It then took 7 years part time to finish it at 52. Afterwards, I immediately jumped into the Masters, which I am finishing in May - at age 55. FWIW the question of age never came up as a negative when I applied to the PhD program, possibly because I mentioned it as a positive. If all goes as planned, I should finish the PhD at 62, work a few more years, and then retire. After retirement, I do plan on going into academia fulltime for as long as possible. At an older age, there is definitely a strain on any relationships - fulltime job, with late night classes and missed weekends for schoolwork, but it can be done.

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One year a long time ago, there were penguins who didn't wear hats when swimming. This made their mothers livid. "Unacceptable!" Frightened, they screamed, "Bears!" Nobody seemed convinced so instead of going swimming they tried juggling. Their mothers tried everything they thought would teach her a skill. However, she couldn't even make oatmeal without disastrous results. So, the penguins gathered money (obviously) trying to purchase a bear. Towering over them, a grizzly beast danced, devouring all bears with such ferocity that even God enjoyed it. Afterwards, God congratulated the penguins and applauded them. "You did it!" Suddenly, the grizzly beast started dancing vigorously. There was an acromantula nearby. It challenged the preconception that magical mushrooms were magical. Sparkling, the magical mushrooms were spreading throughout town. Nobody with pyromania thought grilled cheese would spontaneously erupt into nine identical squirrels! Nevertheless, the penguins elucidated the benefits of sparkling water from Iceland. Suddenly, Iceland exclaimed, "Enough!!! No more penguins. Kill all of the arcades on Monday because King Arthur suffered from sphenisciphobia." Tragically, everyone forgot lasers cure bug madness, meaning none of them stripped the violet beast of his powerful jaw bones. So while some arms spouted Kool-aid, others chopped nuts. This phenomenon halted commerce. Together twenty-five yellow dragons danced sporadically inebriating all anger gods, while academics drank champagne profusely. Who were they? Snotty undergrads eating free Tetrahydrocannabinol Chlorate. Homicidal kittens emerged from congressional hearings purring rhythmic improvised melodies, infuriating the associate professors who stripped them intermittently of all credentials. The incredulous kittens meowed like dragons farts. Except Bruno, who mewed like tinkling bells. Understandably, one chicken farted. Then, surreptitiously, two giraffes killed the conspicuous dragon. Audaciously, someone belched "RAWR!" Startled, four punks flew down from

That happened to me a few years ago - the weather deteriorated rapidly after I left home, and they made the call about an hour after I got to my office. Then it took me 3 hours to drive back home.

Snow day yesterday, university offices closed 9am-5pm - good I didn't need to go to work. Classes however, resumed at 4:30, which means that I did need to go to my 6:20 class.

One year a long time ago, there were penguins who didn't wear hats when swimming. This made their mothers livid. "Unacceptable!" Frightened, they screamed, "Bears!" Nobody seemed convinced so instead of going swimming they tried juggling. Their mothers tried everything they thought would teach her a skill. However, she couldn't even make oatmeal without disastrous results. So, the penguins gathered money (obviously) trying to purchase a bear. Towering over them, a grizzly beast danced, devouring all bears with such ferocity that even God enjoyed it. Afterwards, God congratulated the penguins and applauded them. "You did it!" Suddenly, the grizzly beast started dancing vigorously. There was an acromantula nearby. It challenged the preconception that magical mushrooms were magical. Sparkling, the magical mushrooms were spreading throughout town. Nobody with pyromania thought grilled cheese would spontaneously erupt into nine identical squirrels! Nevertheless, the penguins elucidated the benefits of sparkling water from Iceland. Suddenly, Iceland exclaimed, "Enough!!! No more penguins. Kill all of the arcades on Monday because King Arthur suffered from sphenisciphobia." Tragically, everyone forgot lasers cure bug madness, meaning none of them stripped the violet beast of his powerful jaw bones. So while some arms spouted Kool-aid, others chopped nuts. This phenomenon halted commerce. Together twenty-five yellow dragons danced sporadically inebriating all anger gods, while academics drank champagne profusely. Who were they? Snotty undergrads eating free Tetrahydrocannabinol Chlorate. Homicidal kittens emerged from congressional hearings purring rhythmic improvised melodies, infuriating the associate professors who stripped them intermittently of all credentials. The incredulous kittens meowed like dragons farts. Except Bruno, who mewed like tinkling bells.

I know that feeling. I didn't finish by BA until I was 52, and was hoping that my daughter & I would finish our master's together this year, but she decided to take an additional year so that she could finish 2 different concentrations. Anyway - 55 now, finishing my masters in May and straight onto the PhD in the fall.

Absolutely this. We have already defined ourselves, family & careers, we are doing this because we want to.

One year a long time ago, there were penguins who didn't wear hats when swimming. This made their mothers livid. "Unacceptable!" Frightened, they screamed, "Bears!" Nobody seemed convinced so instead of going swimming they tried juggling. Their mothers tried everything they thought would teach her a skill. However, she couldn't even make oatmeal without disastrous results. So, the penguins gathered money (obviously) trying to purchase a bear. Towering over them, a grizzly beast danced, devouring all bears with such ferocity that even God enjoyed it. Afterwards, God congratulated the penguins and applauded them. "You did it!" Suddenly, the grizzly beast started dancing vigorously. There was an acromantula nearby. It challenged the preconception that magical mushrooms were magical. Sparkling, the magical mushrooms were spreading throughout town. Nobody with pyromania thought grilled cheese would spontaneously erupt into nine identical squirrels! Nevertheless, the penguins elucidated the benefits of sparkling water from Iceland. Suddenly, Iceland exclaimed, "Enough!!! No more penguins. Kill all of the arcades on Monday because King Arthur suffered from sphenisciphobia." Tragically, everyone forgot lasers cure bug madness, meaning none of them stripped the violet beast of his powerful jaw bones. So while some arms spouted Kool-aid, others chopped nuts. This phenomenon halted commerce. Together twenty-five yellow dragons danced sporadically inebriating all anger gods, while academics drank champagne profusely. Who were they? Snotty undergrads eating free Tetrahydrocannabinol Chlorate. Homicidal kittens emerged from congressional hearings purring rhythmic improvised

Step 1 - gather all of the applications, and weed out the ones that are totally unsuitable Step 2 - figure out how many slots you have available, call that number N Step 3 - take a random 2*N of the applications and walk up the highest staircase in the admin building, anyone not in the random sample gets reject letters Step 4 - chuck the random set of applications down the stairs - applications that land on the top step - get full funding and a livable stipend applications that land on steps 2-4 get admitted, but no funding applications that land on steps 5-6 get waitlisted all other applications in the random sample get no response at all

On the phone with my wife yesterday afternoon while I was checking the status website. I just said I got admitted, it took a few tries to convince her because I had previously said that I probably not hear until the middle of next week.

I took a few medieval history courses with a particular instructor while in undergrad. The last class of the term always ended with a potluck, and several students did bring in medieval recipes. It was a very interesting concept.

I have done several of the medieval recipes in the past, one thing to be aware of is that they usually use much larger amounts of spices that would normally be used in modern cookery. You will need to adjust to make some dishes edible for the modern palate. There are 2 main reasons for this - 1 - many spices traveled quite a distance (and without modern shipping that means long times), so they were probably not at their freshest when added to a dish, so larger quantities were used 2 - spices were expensive, so it was a display of wealth

I love to cook too, it is a great distraction from school/work related things. One of my favorite things is recreating historical recipes - especially Roman and 18th century American, where you may have an ingredient list, and very basic instructions. A good resource for the 18th C stuff is James Townsend & Sons - they have a YouTube channel

Rutgers results for Communication, Information and Library Studies started to go out yesterday - I got admitted, but no news on any funding yet.

I am in a completely different field, but my POI said that he prefers applicants that did their undergrad/masters at the same school as they were a 'known quantity', which made me hopeful as I did/am doing both. Either way, I got unofficial notification today that I was admitted to the PhD program.