everygirl

I'm worried about failing out and having to move back home, to my tongue clucking mother who says I should've never moved away at all, didn't she tell me I don't do well away from family? (I moved out, but I'm only an hour away from my parents.) I'm worried about quitting my very stable, unionized, good-for-my-age position at the government to chase a dream. I'm worried about not making any friends in a city I've never been to before. I'm worried that the other kids will think I'm stupid and shouldn't be there. And try to shove me into a locker. I'm worried that the professors will be cold and think I have nothing to offer. I'M WORRIED ABOUT NOT GETTING IN ANY WHERE AT ALL, MAKING ALL OF THE ABOVE MOOT.

Chime. It's like I'm getting punished for doing well academically in the past, because I've set up a pattern. My mom in particular can't imagine a world where I don't get what I want, school-wise. I want to scream that this is the big leagues, this is the hardest thing I've tried so far, and that I'm sooo out of the pond, I'm just a little fish in the Pacific. I love how it sounds like I'm speaking in hyperbole, but I know you all understand that I'm not. Love this forum.

I wouldn't worry so much about not hearing anything yet. I'm from Canada too, and I was told by the adcomms that I would be notified of a decision by March. From other rumors, I hear decisions can take up to early to mid April. Anything after that though, I would send off an friendly email. True story: My boyfriend was accepted into his Masters at UofT in September. He applied in August, but STILL.

Today I got an email from my dream school telling me that I passed the first stage of admission (the general admission for the school) and I'm onto the actual adcom. I was so nervous when I saw the email address on my phone that I didn't want to open it. Maybe the radio silence was better?

I am posting while drinking, as I just got back from a six hour bitch session with other grad school hopefuls, and of course cheap wine was involved. I came back home and checked the results page, as I am wont to do every free second I have. I just saw the thread "What were you doing when you got your acceptance?" so I thought I'd start a complimentary thread.... What do you plan to do immediately after you get rejection letter?" IF you get that rejection letter from that incredibly competitive, top school in your dream city and superstar professors? Thereby crushing all your girlish dreams? Because I'm unoriginal and staring at a bottle of wine, if I see that email on my Blackberry, I think I'll DRINK! No matter what time of day it is. Maybe I'll go with something horrible and dry tasting, because I'll never want to drink that wine again after that moment. What about you? What will you do if you see that email/snail mail sitting in your mailbox? I say... drink! Rounds for everyone!

This. If I don't get in anywhere, I'll not only have to deal with my shattered dreams, but with the disappointment and pity of everyone around me. Seriously, you're suffocating me with the support. I like what my advisors have to say: "I'm optimistic about your chances, but you should be researching a back-up plan right now. Don't start looking at apartments." My parents, my friends... they just have no idea what it's like out there. Well, at least there's that.

Do you hate it when your well-meaning friends and family say, "Don't worry, Everygirl, you'll get in everywhere, no problem. Your stress is invalid and ridiculous, and soon enough we can plan a congratulatory party!" I don't want to choose the flavor of my cake. Well Meaning Friend usually cites stellar grades, strong recs, excellent SOP as surefire reasons I will get into (incredibly competitive top school). I love her as she is Well Meaning but WE ALL HAVE THOSE. And there's not enough places or funding for all of us. Some of us will get in, some of us will fall off the face of the earth, and the thing is, we are all qualified. This is the reality, and I don't like it when people try to bolster my confidence because... I have to be realistic. I have to prepare for the worst, hope for the best. But mostly prepare for the worst. So, world. Please stop telling me I will get in. You don't know that. I don't know that. Only my Blackberry knows. And he won't show me the email until March. Until then, keep your comments to your self. I can't take it. Who's crazy with me?!

First post. Breaking my cherry because I identify so, so much. It seems that my programs notify acceptees by email, and rejects by snail mail. I've submitted my parents mailing address as my contact address, so either my Blackberry will show an acceptance email, or a text from my mom that a thin envelope has arrived from one of the schools. But since it seems that I won't be notified either until March, my Blackberry is mostly showing me that emails saying that I can enlarge a piece of anatomy that I don't possess. I've started to get seriously turned off by penises.