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I got into my dream school for my MA, and it turned out not to be as great of a dream as I had hoped. My husband was accepted into a school he applied to last minute just for the hell of it, and it turned out to be a great fit. If I've learned anything going through a masters and watching my husband do a PhD, it's that you don't know what kind of experience you're going to have until you get there!

70. Go over to another field's forum (obviously English today, maybe a STEM tomorrow?) and see how they're faring. 71. Judge Judy on Youtube. 72. Ask my husband for the 100th time, "What if I don't get in at all this year....?" and for the 100th time have him say, "Oh, baby, you're going to be fine either way..." but not feel better. 73. 3 year-old movie trailers on Youtube. 74. Get into a fight with a family member on Facebook over politics. By the way, has anyone made a comprehensive list of these? I don't want to repeat anyone.

My dad always gives me the old, "Why aren't you applying to any schools here in Minnesota? Are you applying to the U of M? I heard Such-and-Such University is good..." And for the umpteenth time I have to explain that I'm not applying to schools as much as I'm applying to work with specific people who do the specific work that I want to do, and I don't get to choose where they are. He still doesn't get it.

It's so fascinating the way the current technology boom is impacting the way people encounter religion! What line of inquiry are you following?

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

Found lacking

I wonder how much they really look at anything but the statement and letters of recommendation. I think it must mostly come down to those things. The letters of recommendation speak to the kind of student you are, and the statement shows your research interests and writing abilities. All the rest (GREs, transcripts, GPA, etc) seem kind of redundant.

I tried to think of a funny example of this, but the ones I came up with were all way too macabre.

I realized the other day while reading a discussion thread that Harvard wanted a scan of both sides of my transcripts. I don't think I did that. I'm irrationally worried about it now.

I had a stress dream last month that my husband showed up to our place with a moving truck and was like, "Are we ready to go?" He was ready to move us to my school right then and there, but I didn't know where I had been accepted, and I didn't even have moving boxes yet. All I could do was stall for time while I tried to check my application statuses online.

Yeah.

I'm having to remind myself that things happen in their own time, and knowing when they'll happen doesn't speed them up anymore than hitting the elevator button over and over makes it arrive any quicker. I just have to stay busy until the decisions come.

Disco fever

I have no outlet for my stress right now. Work is stressing me out. This is stressing me out. Facebook is full of politics that stresses me out. It's too cold to go outside and do fun things. There's nothing on TV this weekend but sports. Blegh. My poor husband. I think he's realized that I'm ready to snap, and he's the closest person to snap at. LOL.

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

Burning bush

I think that in general, even one century ago education and training (in all fields) put more emphasis on studying the people who came before them and copying their styles and ideas. Modern education emphasizes innovation and individual style more. I think that's especially true in art.

I feel you! I'm in a different field, but am finding my pedigree and excellent work experiences are somehow not enough (even though enthusiastic responses from professors last fall led me to believe otherwise.) I don't know what else I'm supposed to do. The whole process feels so tortuous.

Course catalogue

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

Most important thing to know about the difference between MAs and PhDs at admission time is that MA = money into the program, PhD = money out of the program. They'll always take another qualified MA student, because MAs usually have to pay at least part of their tuition. However the school has to find money to give to PhD students. Sad but true.

The admissions/registrar/whoever-first-compiles-the-applications might sort applications with late stuff differently. But I think in the academic department you're applying to, it probably depends upon the personalities of whoever's receiving them. Does late stuff irk them? Do they go by-the-book? Are they classic absent-minded professors who don't notice that stuff? Or are they more likely looking for people whose research interests would be a good fit? I think a lot of places are the latter. Also take into account that the profs on the admissions committee are busy people themselves outside of admissions, and your transcript from Somewhere Community College might not really appear on their radar until they're ready to decide on you and need to check the Transcript Box off.

Autocorrect kept changing the Greek and Latin terms I was using to hilarious effect. "Oxyrhychus Papyri" kept turning into "oxycontin Papyri."

I posted this in the religion section (as I applied to religion programs,) and then realized the thread fits better over here. So here we go again. Here's a little game to help pass the time while we wait for our acceptance or poorly-made decision letters (not "rejection...") Did you have any cringe-worthy moments while applying to your schools? Call a professor the wrong name? Mention information that hurt your chances? Forget to change the name of the university on your statement? I have one: I emailed two professors at a certain school about my research interests in December. One got back to me and was friendly; the other did not get back to me. But from their faculty pages, they both looked like good fits. I wrote my statement for the program, outlining how both professors would be of great help to my research. I had read their stuff and made references to it. I actually felt really good about this application. I turned it in, and the next day I found out that... the silent professor had died. Over a year and a half ago. >_< I emailed the other professor right away, apologizing and explaining, but he was really cool about it luckily. He said that they had been meaning to take down this other guy's faculty page, and that it wouldn't impact my chances of getting in. I still feel like an a**hole, though.