MDLee

That's the lame part, man. LAME.LAME.LAME. Darn if he isn't the first guy I've met in a long,long time who was on an equal intellectual footing with me Shheeeesh God has a funny sense of humor

amen to that.

Its always a good time to check your email and gradcafe I can't promise anything will be on the first one, but the second one refreshes often enough overnight.

I've posted before about my total lack of social life for the past 15 months as I prepared for this long, arduous, effort at PhD admission. I have consciously avoided the opposite sex...I mean, what is the point if I'm moving soon, right? Well. The opposite sex found me. And today, it occurs to me that I have a crush on one of the first year MA students, who happens to have a thing for me too. We've both agreed nothing moves forward if an acceptance letter arrives. I'm honestly crossing my fingers for two final nail-in-coffin rejections. I know that's dumb. I know that if it doesn't happen and I move onward, I'll be okay and actually excited. But...damn if this whole process doesn't have me in knots now. If I don't get in, life sucks. If I do get in, life sucks. CRAP. Don't mind me. I'll be over in the corner double checking my email to see if Iowa and S.Carolina want me.

I have one word for that. LAME. WHY do these programs insist on torturing us like this?!

Oh LAME. I'm sorry. You'll hear...and it'll be good

When did the last reject come in? Thought you had two more to go? This is lame. I'm sorry. Fingers crossed for you though!

In the long run, what you have to do in a city is not as imporant as the $100,000 you're going to spend to get your PhD. Money is more than a benefit. No professor that I know thinks its a good idea to accrue student loan debt which you won't be able to pay back for many, many years. You can do things that make up for your lack of recognition in a program but you can't make up the student loan debt that you'll take out trying to get a degree that you would be paid to get in any other year. Don't follow the name--follow the money. Period!

What kind of a mother adds salt to an already ridiculously open wound like that? WTF, man!!!

Dear MDLee, Mother knows best. Ask Colin. Best Regards, Nameless Faceless Admissions.

Angsty tears. I like it. Especially since I can't afford to buy a new pen on the meager stipend I'm living on currently...tell me why I applied for another six years of this, again?

...Dear EVERYUNIVERSITY, Please hurry it up before the people on this board lose their collective minds. Thanks. STILLFRICKIN'WAITING.

I hadn't even noticed what days my reject letters have been coming in...they've been such a steady wave. Sigh. Here's hoping that I miss the train for the Friday the 13th reject letters :wink:

I too, often dream thesis. I dream in fractured sentences and with a lot of EM Dashes ( "--whatever you say goes in here--") In fact, this afternoon I dreamed that my committee was in a car that went off a cliff..I was driving. But the car floated, so it was okay

::Fingers Crossed for Viking:: If worse comes to worse...we could commandeer a ship and become pirates. You're pretty good with the naval stuff...we could make it work Hang in there girl, you'll get it.

Honestly, the only difference between a starving artist and a starving grad student is the type of groupie you attract.

Dear MDLee, The world needs ditch diggers too. Sincerely, IvyLeagueSchool

wow...that's kind of lame. Its like an arranged marriage or something. "Here you go, Tobson. We've picked your future spouse. Never mind the body odor, the bad attitude, or extensive Pokemon trading card collection. We've taken all the stress out of having to choose. Bow down and thank us!!" oy vey.

Seahistory: *CONGRATS!!! (*praying for funding for you too...that'd make it a double miracle! )

Dammit. There goes plan B.

...and they'd like their pens back, please.

dammit! Maybe THAT'S why I haven't heard back yet... Next time I'll set it on fire next to his garbage can. At least then its easier to clean up.

Consider it healthy competition!

You know...I used to think the same thing. It is funny how a deadline can make just about anything possible. In fact, I'm pretty positive that if I try to pull a 72 hour sleep fast over the summer I will fail miserably. Must be the incentive of finishing that's doing it for me

Not fair. I demand a recount!