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  1. redice

    Getting more money?

    Man!!! I feel like an idiot! it never even occurred to me to ask for more money. I have already accepted, is it too late????
  2. I would not go without funding. One of the objectives of funding students is to get them to come there in the first place. If they get you there with no funding they don't have alot of reason to offer funding at a later date. If you have no choice but to attend this school you will end up having to take out loans to pay the tuition. But, if the department is pretty large and has some external projects you may be able to get a part time job and that could turn into something significant later on, but you are not likely to be told this before you get there. If they have told you funding decisions are forthcoming, I would hold out as long as you can. If they didn't think you had a chance of funding they would probably have told you so or at least not mentioned forthcoming decisions. Chances are they don't know how much money they are going to get and they don't want to make promises they can't keep. Hold out committing as long as you can or at least until they tell you for sure. Just my thoughts on the matter. Also, what field are you going into?
  3. I also pondered how to properly thank my LOR writers. I see most of them a few times a week and I said thank you to them quite a few times. But I reccently went on trips to view the schools and decided I would get them something on the trip. Since I decided on a school in Florida I bought them allagator teeth. They thought it was great and got a kick out of it. Of course this may not work with all prof's, but I have pretty good relationships with all of them and they know I am pretty goofey. A thank-note is good too, I would send it when you decide where you will be going and that way you can mention it in the letter. Since they went through the trouble to write letters for you, they will be curious to see where you go and where their letters got you in at. The thought will be appriciated. I would probably actually write a note, you can get simple thank-you notes pretty cheap and it is more personal than an email. Anyways, just my thoughts.
  4. Declining offers has got to be worse than the waiting part. I already commited to one school and for some reason I am holding off on declining the others. I guess I am afraid my first choice will fall through or something and then I will be left in the cold. I went to visit a couple of places and I knew almost immediately where I wanted to go. I can't figure out why I am holding off on declining. I know I should go on and let them know so they can offer my spot and funding to someone else. AGGGHHH, I hate this!!! Has anyone ever heard of a offer being withdrawn. I don't really think that is going to happen since they have met with me and still called a few days later to let me know that they thought I was right for the dept. I guess I am just being silly, afterall I am "Miss Worst Case Scenario" A few of the letters just have a box to check, but I am wondering if I should offer some type of explanation. Man, I hate to complain becuase I got accepted into more than one program, but its tough. Any advise?
  5. redice

    Gainesville, FL

    I have committed to U of F and I am getting ready to start looking for a place to live. Are there any areas I should avoid (or rental companies). Also, any general comments about the house situation would be appriciated.
  6. Alright, I get all bundled up to walk the dog and check my mail (mainly just check the mail). So we get outside and I am putting some muscle into steering the hound away from her usual play spot and towards the mail boxes. After all that hefting on my part what do I find????????? A burning, stinging, and yes, empty mailbox. At this point I am so defeated that the pup can drag me any which way she chooses (through mud, on-coming traffic, the neighbors yard that has no-trespassing signs which can be seen from the space shuttle... you get the picture). Well, just as this canine was about to lead me into a drainage ditch of questionable origin, I looked up and what did I spy?? The mailman in all his mail carrying glory (I am not sure, but I believe there was an aura of pure white light surrounding his mail truck). At this point in the epic, our hero is still about a block away (the aura of white light must have made him easier to see). Well, I came to life instantly and stopped my skid into that questionable drainage ditch and drug the fur ball back up the little hill. At this point, I am like a jungle cat. No move that mailman made went undetected. Slowly but surely that magical mail truck chugged its way down the block (only stopping to give other people their mail. Really!!! What is all that about anyways?? None of those folks could be expecting anything nearly as important, but I digress). Where was I, oh yes! Our hero made it to the end of the block and turned the corner, from there it was smooth sailing to my bank of mailboxes. This is when my jungle cat instincts really kick in. My stealthy side-kick and I slowly and surreptitiously make our way towards the mailboxes. About twenty feet away my side-kick and I decided to stop and watch (well, in all honesty, my trusty side-kick saw a pile of snow that desperately needed sniffing. BUT, I watched the mailboxes.) So we watched and waited with the mantra "Please let that big manila envelope be for box 11" playing over and over in my head. From out of nowhere, music swelled to a fevered pitch and then our hero got back in his truck and left my life with virtually no fanfare (ok, no fanfare). I rush to the mailbox with my heart beating in my ears and my dog dragging behind me (I guess she thought a more subtle approach was needed). I approach the mailbox. Was it empty now??????? NO, it was not empty now!!!!!!!!! So, with all the trepidation of one reaching into a lions mouth I get my mail. At this point, the pup was on board with me and was standing eagerly at my feet. I could see the questions in her eyes. "Are we moving to Florida, Boston, Newark, or St Louis?????" I look at her then to the heavens and then I looked down at the mail clutched in my clammy hand. And what was it you ask, well I can't really begin to describe what it was. (don't get jealous when I tell you) Apparently, the person who lived here before me had a penchant for bow ties. So, instead of holding my future in my hands, I held a catalog to Beau Ties LTD. of Vermont (with a three dollar off coupon). With a heavy sigh I trudged back to my apartment in search of a dark room and dreading tomorrows epic already. Take care everybody.
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