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Had to do my graduate school decision and am a little bit sad. I'd really love to go to LSE but money matters, and Simon Fraser gave me basically a full-ride plus partial living stipends so I am going to pick SFU instead. Hopefully, I can work for a couple years in Canada and save money so that I can move to London for my PhD. I am proud of my rational decision making but still a bit sad about not being able to go to my dream school. My country does not have any form of educational loans for students and my family business is not doing too well because of civil wars dragging on for too long. Sometimes, I wonder what could have happened if I were born in the States like my cousins instead of being born in Burma.

She sure is not young but very gung ho about herself since she is the only faculty in our department who studies women in politics (well, we have 4 professors altogether so...). I just finished writing an abstract for a completely different topic just to make her realize that I am fully capable of coming up with other ideas that are not about gender politics at all. It's been a week, I am still as pissed and humiliated. Thank goodness, I won't be needing any more recommendation letters. Thanks for letting me vent.

Pissed at my advisor for accusing me of attempting to use her idea in my senior thesis. I have not even started writing the paper. I went into her office (9 in the morning, on my day off, just because she was not free during her office hours that day) to discuss about what I should write based on a collaborative research we have done together. All I wanted to do was expand on OUR old research paper by adding a new dimension (filling a gap) and build my senior paper on it. Yet, she did not even listen to me at all and blatantly accused me of copying "her work" (again, I have not even started writing this senior thesis at all) and told me she was offended. Thinking of how I wrote 2/3 of that paper we submitted together and how she changed the case studies last minute so I had to stay up two days straight to edit the whole darn paper, I am not happy at all. I don't want to see her face anymore but I still have to finish this semester. I am very pissed, and have been for a week.

Hello everyone, I am in a tough situation right now so I'd really appreciate it if anyone can give me some advice. I have been accepted to 2 of the 6 schools I have applied to. They are my number 3 and 4 schools so I am pretty pleased. Simon Fraser offered me a full ride plus TA positions on February 7. However, they want me to reply to their offer by February 21. Even though I am very excited about the offer, I'd still like to hear back from my top 2 schools before I make any final decisions. I am thinking of a way to communicate it to SFU without making them sound like they are a backup plan or being disrespectful to the department, especially when they offer me a lot of money. If anyone would help me with a sample template of email to request a deadline extension or something along the line, it'd be very much appreciated! Thank you so much!

Congratulations!

Thank you so much for your insight! I really appreciate it. I grew up with the American education system so I am a bit nervous having to navigate through the Canadian one this time! You've been very kind. By the way, have you (or anyone) heard anything about UBC offering acceptances to candidates yet? I sent the department an email asking when we would hear back, but still no response yet.

Being a South Asian myself, I also focus on South and Southeast Asia. SFU lacks faculty who does extensive work in that area, but my potential supervisor seems to be very open to exploring my regional interest so I am a bit hopeful. Dr. de Rooij, if you have any perspectives about her, please let me know. I'd definitely want to go to SOAS but it's a shame I won't be able to afford it even if I win a major scholarship because most scholarships for my program are around 10000 GBP max and one-year tuition costs up to 19000 GBP. Do you think a degree in SFU can possibly work against students who want to pursue PhDs at Oxbridge or Ivy League schools later on, or not?

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

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Thank you so much! I actually prefer SOAS as they have faculty focusing on conflict and political violence but SFU offered a really great funding package so at this moment, I am leaning towards SFU. How did you like your time there if you don't mind me asking?

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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

I have not heard anything from UBC yet but heard from Simon Fraser 3 days ago. Please let me know if you guys have heard anything!

Pumpkin Pie!

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