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Ironically, being well-read is a guarantee of absolutely nothing. I think short of the Russians, I've covered a LOT of ground (between my undergrad Lit major, comp lit minor, and MA in lit, thank god, otherwise, I might have to push a bookshelf on myself), but given the number of rejections I've gotten, I seem to have missed the point somewhere... I haven't read Pynchon... :-/

I just got home from Anthropologie. It was soothing balm for my ripped and torn heart. (I've heard nothing.) Has anyone heard anything from the following schools: WashU, U of Oregon, U of Washington, GW, Northeastern, SUNY Stony Brook, Indiana (Bloomington), or UConn? *sigh*

YAY you guys!!!

Weekend notifications? I didn't know that was a thing!!! Despite that I'm on here posting right now, I decided the healthiest thing for me to do is to STOP staring down my laptop and cell phone and house phone and drinking things (note ambiguity) straight out of the bottle. We (my schizophrenic paranoid multiple selves and I) are going for a run, and we're going to get food from the grocery store, where hopefully I'll have to interact with real people. So, in light of that, farewell, awesome new friends! Good luck!

ASDFJKL:asdfjkl; Schools shouldn't be allowed to close until they've picked. This is like dodgeball. Except for instead of being picked last, you might end up on the bench without a team. DRY DAY - I heard NOTHING back today. No Yes. No No. NOTHING. And I know other people have... so basically, they're holding me to send me a formal rejection via mail (which I won't get until Tuesday, thanks USPS). They've notified the waitlisters, so that's not an option. *sigh* Depression is setting in. How do I cope NOW?

HAPPY THOUGHTS! HAPPY THOUGHTS! YES SKYPE DATE! TOO MUCH COFFEE! OH MY GOODNESS! *sigh*

WTF. They DO that to us??? SERIOUSLY!?!?!?!?!?!?! This is not okay. This kind of psychological torture is illegal!

Where are these acceptances "going up"? I feel like the kid who's sitting on the isolated lunch table... is there a website where they announce acceptances?

Remember why we're doing this, guys. It's about the excitement of fresh paper and used books, the smell of dust on the shelves in the corners of the library where no one else wanders, and the realization that our interests are so obscure that we will be the only ones who gleefully re-read our dissertations post-publication to highlight the two brilliant sentences.

You know, that's an excellent question. Something along the lines of gender theory, postcolonial literature, American/British multi-ethnic literature, and the modern Asian diaspora in America and Britain? Ish? The narrative theory thing runs deep at OSU, so I'm hoping to have a piece of that, as well. Mostly, I just want to keep going to class and learning fun things. That feels wrong to say out loud. *sigh*

...see? It could work. <- I don't know what this emoticon is (ninja???), but it seemed appropriate for a stripper-talk.

<3. To both of you. Lots of <3's.

Hahahahahaha, drowning myself in your (y'all's? all y'all's?) words is like having a rebirth, minus the whole rebirth thing. Lolopixie, YOU GOT THIS. And if nothing else, there's always stripping. (Kidding.) (Although it'd be a great way to stay in shape and maybe make a decent living, especially compared to the adjunct teaching salary I make now...) (*sigh*) I'm seriously debating marrying rich, and then buying my way through Anthropologie. Chasing happiness is the same, whether you're looking for that perfect blouse with your husband's credit card or a tenure-track job with... well, nothing. Go team us. I think a better idea would be for all of us to pool our money and buy an island and then start our own dystopian society. And THEN, we could document it via different fictional approaches, and then we'd ALL win Pulitzers. How's that?

I just sat down and read through this entire forum. I want to be friends with all of you wonderful, AMAZING people. I'm currently drinking cupcakes and eating wine and the depressive haze from five rejections is slowly lifting. I think someone mentioned earlier (maybe around page 20?) that one acceptance isn't enough - and you know what? You're RIGHT. It's like I need to be validated by more than one source, even though I'm so ridiculously aware that my application isn't strong enough to get into MOST of the schools I've applied to during this round. I think I'm going to wash dinner down with a Crown and Coke. Or two. Or three. One thing I've learned from my BA in Lit/Comp Lit and my MA in Lit is that the greats become great because they abuse substances. Flavor of the week: Hemingways The Sun Also Rises. Case and point. Chosen Poison: Crown Royale and Coke.

I see what you mean. I think I'm numb. After five rejections, numbness sets in pretty quickly.

Thanks, guys! I really appreciate the encouragement. If I don't get in anywhere, there's always underwater basket weaving...

*sigh* Congrats, Michael K! UVa is that school I dream about going to and have no realistic hopes for (my reach school). Have a BLAST!

I've got another rejection to add to the list - every single one is like a little double edged knife.

Congrats to all who got in! If you haven't heard, you may want to check your status - I have been denied.

I DID! I haven't stopped smiling, and my face feels like it's going to break. I couldn't even focus on my students in class today because I was a little too happy just breathing oxygen and existing. For those who haven't, if it helps, I have four rejections already, and I expect many more. This is one of those shooting in the dark things - I feel like I could have been playing darts in the dark with schools as targets for all it mattered. Who knows what they're actually looking for???

I'm waiting on U of O, as well... it's frustrating because some universities seem really ready to have their people set, and others, like this one, haven't said anything at ALL. I guess nothing is better than a no?

I got an acceptance. After being super paranoid, since this was my first acceptance out of four responses, I called the department. Three times. And then I sent them an email. Nothing. So. Given that there are a million of us who seem to have gotten in, it makes me wonder how many special fellowships they have exactly. I think I need SOMETHING to calm my nerves. Because of the above-mentioned paranoia, I ended up applying to twenty schools, and I really can't handle nineteen rejections. I feel like it would invalidate my entire life. (I realize that's pathetic, I own my patheticness. We cool.)