RestorationJunkie

From a parent:

"You're not as disappointed as I am."

Uh, yes, I think I probably am.

From a parent:

"You're not as disappointed as I am."

Uh, yes, I think I probably am.

I agree with this posting. I received two rejections before getting my first acceptance...AND I GOT ACCEPTED BY THE TOP SCHOOL IN MY FIELD (according to US News and World Report), so go figure...LOL....I'm still waiting to hear back from 3 other schools, and I wouldn't feel bad if they say "NO," because the TOP SCHOOL said a BIG. FAT. YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! LOL :-)

The way I see it, if they tell me the problem and I can fix it, then it was a hugely worthwhile question to ask. If they tell me that it is a problem that I cannot fix, it will be difficult to hear, but no actual harm will be done. Either way, I think knowing is almost always better than not knowing. I also had a potentially huge problem with a LOR, and I'm curious to see whether that actually impacted my application. If it did, I can know that I have a better chance with the schools for which she was not one of my LOR writers.

Based on GradCafe posts, the results are in....


http://cheezburger.com/View/4484865280

jprufrock, dude just break up with your SO and find a new one in grad school. It's not worth the trouble or drama. You'll meet someone else in grad school, and it'll all be okay.

These are my family's dogs, so I unfortunately don't live with them right now. But they are cute, so I will post anyway. And Max will hopefully come with me when I go to grad school.

This is Max (he needs a bath in this picture!)



This is Kate (she's only like 3 months old. SO CUTE!)

This is totally random, but on the main forum page, this thread shows up as "You're Killing Me, Stan..." and makes me snicker every time. Now I want to give all of my schools nicknames. Hey, Harvey, how about sending out some decisions?

These are my family's dogs, so I unfortunately don't live with them right now. But they are cute, so I will post anyway. And Max will hopefully come with me when I go to grad school.

This is Max (he needs a bath in this picture!)



This is Kate (she's only like 3 months old. SO CUTE!)

These are my family's dogs, so I unfortunately don't live with them right now. But they are cute, so I will post anyway. And Max will hopefully come with me when I go to grad school.

This is Max (he needs a bath in this picture!)



This is Kate (she's only like 3 months old. SO CUTE!)

IT'S SO FLUFFY!!

These are my family's dogs, so I unfortunately don't live with them right now. But they are cute, so I will post anyway. And Max will hopefully come with me when I go to grad school.

This is Max (he needs a bath in this picture!)



This is Kate (she's only like 3 months old. SO CUTE!)

Haha, well, this is pretty bad. But I had fun messing with it.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many an email server that I had just checked before.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some interviewer,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Oh but I am such a bore!

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of worry - worry that had filled my core-
For the many horror stories that make up the adcom yore -
To whom my heart and soul I swore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Not an interviewer entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
A letter there, and nothing more.

Now onto that paper peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the thickness gave no token,
And the only word there written was the number on my door.
“Shit!” I whispered, closed my eyes and slammed the door.
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
The letter called me so much louder than it had before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is good news within that packet;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis good news and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the letter, and, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a kindly reject, condescending to the core.
Not the least allowance made it; for the hours spent in torture;
But, in fifteen fucking seconds, to the ground my dreams it tore -
“With great regret,” and “we are sorry,” brought my future to the floor.
“With great regret” and nothing more.

Haha, well, this is pretty bad. But I had fun messing with it.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many an email server that I had just checked before.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some interviewer,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Oh but I am such a bore!

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of worry - worry that had filled my core-
For the many horror stories that make up the adcom yore -
To whom my heart and soul I swore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Not an interviewer entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
A letter there, and nothing more.

Now onto that paper peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the thickness gave no token,
And the only word there written was the number on my door.
“Shit!” I whispered, closed my eyes and slammed the door.
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
The letter called me so much louder than it had before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is good news within that packet;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis good news and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the letter, and, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a kindly reject, condescending to the core.
Not the least allowance made it; for the hours spent in torture;
But, in fifteen fucking seconds, to the ground my dreams it tore -
“With great regret,” and “we are sorry,” brought my future to the floor.
“With great regret” and nothing more.

Haha, well, this is pretty bad. But I had fun messing with it.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many an email server that I had just checked before.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some interviewer,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Oh but I am such a bore!

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of worry - worry that had filled my core-
For the many horror stories that make up the adcom yore -
To whom my heart and soul I swore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Not an interviewer entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
A letter there, and nothing more.

Now onto that paper peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the thickness gave no token,
And the only word there written was the number on my door.
“Shit!” I whispered, closed my eyes and slammed the door.
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
The letter called me so much louder than it had before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is good news within that packet;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis good news and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the letter, and, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a kindly reject, condescending to the core.
Not the least allowance made it; for the hours spent in torture;
But, in fifteen fucking seconds, to the ground my dreams it tore -
“With great regret,” and “we are sorry,” brought my future to the floor.
“With great regret” and nothing more.

Haha, well, this is pretty bad. But I had fun messing with it.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many an email server that I had just checked before.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some interviewer,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Oh but I am such a bore!

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of worry - worry that had filled my core-
For the many horror stories that make up the adcom yore -
To whom my heart and soul I swore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Not an interviewer entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
A letter there, and nothing more.

Now onto that paper peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the thickness gave no token,
And the only word there written was the number on my door.
“Shit!” I whispered, closed my eyes and slammed the door.
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
The letter called me so much louder than it had before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is good news within that packet;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis good news and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the letter, and, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a kindly reject, condescending to the core.
Not the least allowance made it; for the hours spent in torture;
But, in fifteen fucking seconds, to the ground my dreams it tore -
“With great regret,” and “we are sorry,” brought my future to the floor.
“With great regret” and nothing more.

Haha, well, this is pretty bad. But I had fun messing with it.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many an email server that I had just checked before.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some interviewer,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Oh but I am such a bore!

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of worry - worry that had filled my core-
For the many horror stories that make up the adcom yore -
To whom my heart and soul I swore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Not an interviewer entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
A letter there, and nothing more.

Now onto that paper peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the thickness gave no token,
And the only word there written was the number on my door.
“Shit!” I whispered, closed my eyes and slammed the door.
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
The letter called me so much louder than it had before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is good news within that packet;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis good news and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the letter, and, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a kindly reject, condescending to the core.
Not the least allowance made it; for the hours spent in torture;
But, in fifteen fucking seconds, to the ground my dreams it tore -
“With great regret,” and “we are sorry,” brought my future to the floor.
“With great regret” and nothing more.

Haha, well, this is pretty bad. But I had fun messing with it.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many an email server that I had just checked before.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some interviewer,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Oh but I am such a bore!

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of worry - worry that had filled my core-
For the many horror stories that make up the adcom yore -
To whom my heart and soul I swore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Not an interviewer entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
A letter there, and nothing more.

Now onto that paper peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the thickness gave no token,
And the only word there written was the number on my door.
“Shit!” I whispered, closed my eyes and slammed the door.
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
The letter called me so much louder than it had before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is good news within that packet;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis good news and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the letter, and, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a kindly reject, condescending to the core.
Not the least allowance made it; for the hours spent in torture;
But, in fifteen fucking seconds, to the ground my dreams it tore -
“With great regret,” and “we are sorry,” brought my future to the floor.
“With great regret” and nothing more.

A pamphlet, you say?

Presenting!

a preview!

Front side
Back side

Cool story, bro.


- My favorite

Ladies and gentlemen of the lit/rhet/comp subforum, I present the only website that has managed to actually keep my mind off of grad school applications for a decent amount of time:

http://reasoningwithvampires.tumblr.com/
Enjoy!

Ladies and gentlemen of the lit/rhet/comp subforum, I present the only website that has managed to actually keep my mind off of grad school applications for a decent amount of time:

http://reasoningwithvampires.tumblr.com/
Enjoy!

*English major brain explosion*

*English major brain explosion*

*English major brain explosion*