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Hey guys, I know this is very random, but for some reason I love writing poems like this. It helps me relax when I am stressed, i decided to post this one on here. I know its not grammatically perfect, i just wrote it one night when I couldn't sleep lol....anyways I am curious to know what you guys think. (of the content not the grammar lol)



The Life Of A Grad School Applicant




I had only one thought,



when I woke up today,



'Will the letter come?



and what will it say?"




As I walked to the kitchen,



I heard my roomate say,



"has any good news,



come your way?"




I answered "no",



with a heavy heart,



and got ready for another,



long day to start.




In my frist class, phonolgy,



I tried my very best,



but worrying about grad school,



just won't give my mind a rest.




After class my teacher,



who wrote me many a reference letter,



told me to just relax and belive,



that my life would get better.




Next, I went to the library,



thought I'd do some research there,



but all I really did was worry,



this waiting just isn't fair.




My worrying was interupted by,



a call from my boyfriend,



who told me what ever happend,



he'd still be there in the end.




After a while I couldn't take it,



so I won't home to run,



releasing my stress on the pavement,



was acutally kind of fun.




The moment I returned,



my parents gave me a call,



to ask if I heard good news,



as I said 'no' my hopes continued to fall.




My mom's next question was,



"Well when will you know?,"



As I said "I don't know,"



my frusteration was starting to show.




I hung up the phone,



and tried to do some homework,



it took all the energy I had just,



to read my text book.




I check my e-mail probably,



fifty times a day,



I really hate this uncertainty,



running my life this way.




A little latter at my boyfriends,



my stress level made me cry,



and I honestly cannot,



even explain why.




He made me feel a whole lot better,



and after a while,



I relaxed a litte,



and acutally had a smile.




Finally I went to bed, despert for sleep,



but worrying stood in my way,



I rested as much as I could,



before the next stressful day.

ahhh makes sense.....us forigen kids have to wait longer I guess

Hey guys, I know this is very random, but for some reason I love writing poems like this. It helps me relax when I am stressed, i decided to post this one on here. I know its not grammatically perfect, i just wrote it one night when I couldn't sleep lol....anyways I am curious to know what you guys think. (of the content not the grammar lol)



The Life Of A Grad School Applicant




I had only one thought,



when I woke up today,



'Will the letter come?



and what will it say?"




As I walked to the kitchen,



I heard my roomate say,



"has any good news,



come your way?"




I answered "no",



with a heavy heart,



and got ready for another,



long day to start.




In my frist class, phonolgy,



I tried my very best,



but worrying about grad school,



just won't give my mind a rest.




After class my teacher,



who wrote me many a reference letter,



told me to just relax and belive,



that my life would get better.




Next, I went to the library,



thought I'd do some research there,



but all I really did was worry,



this waiting just isn't fair.




My worrying was interupted by,



a call from my boyfriend,



who told me what ever happend,



he'd still be there in the end.




After a while I couldn't take it,



so I won't home to run,



releasing my stress on the pavement,



was acutally kind of fun.




The moment I returned,



my parents gave me a call,



to ask if I heard good news,



as I said 'no' my hopes continued to fall.




My mom's next question was,



"Well when will you know?,"



As I said "I don't know,"



my frusteration was starting to show.




I hung up the phone,



and tried to do some homework,



it took all the energy I had just,



to read my text book.




I check my e-mail probably,



fifty times a day,



I really hate this uncertainty,



running my life this way.




A little latter at my boyfriends,



my stress level made me cry,



and I honestly cannot,



even explain why.




He made me feel a whole lot better,



and after a while,



I relaxed a litte,



and acutally had a smile.




Finally I went to bed, despert for sleep,



but worrying stood in my way,



I rested as much as I could,



before the next stressful day.

Hey guys, I know this is very random, but for some reason I love writing poems like this. It helps me relax when I am stressed, i decided to post this one on here. I know its not grammatically perfect, i just wrote it one night when I couldn't sleep lol....anyways I am curious to know what you guys think. (of the content not the grammar lol)



The Life Of A Grad School Applicant




I had only one thought,



when I woke up today,



'Will the letter come?



and what will it say?"




As I walked to the kitchen,



I heard my roomate say,



"has any good news,



come your way?"




I answered "no",



with a heavy heart,



and got ready for another,



long day to start.




In my frist class, phonolgy,



I tried my very best,



but worrying about grad school,



just won't give my mind a rest.




After class my teacher,



who wrote me many a reference letter,



told me to just relax and belive,



that my life would get better.




Next, I went to the library,



thought I'd do some research there,



but all I really did was worry,



this waiting just isn't fair.




My worrying was interupted by,



a call from my boyfriend,



who told me what ever happend,



he'd still be there in the end.




After a while I couldn't take it,



so I won't home to run,



releasing my stress on the pavement,



was acutally kind of fun.




The moment I returned,



my parents gave me a call,



to ask if I heard good news,



as I said 'no' my hopes continued to fall.




My mom's next question was,



"Well when will you know?,"



As I said "I don't know,"



my frusteration was starting to show.




I hung up the phone,



and tried to do some homework,



it took all the energy I had just,



to read my text book.




I check my e-mail probably,



fifty times a day,



I really hate this uncertainty,



running my life this way.




A little latter at my boyfriends,



my stress level made me cry,



and I honestly cannot,



even explain why.




He made me feel a whole lot better,



and after a while,



I relaxed a litte,



and acutally had a smile.




Finally I went to bed, despert for sleep,



but worrying stood in my way,



I rested as much as I could,



before the next stressful day.

Words of wisdom I recieved after a recjection a while back....enjoy..... (one of my professors found it in some book and e-mailed me the quote.


"So you rejected me? Well I am too good to there. So now I am going to a lower ranked school? Yes, to study under professors who believe in me. So my application was imperfect? Well to another school/job it was flawless. So your rejection made me cry? I'll laugh the day I get into a Phd program. So I am scared about gettin in nowhere? Someway somehow something will work out and i'll be better off ...a rejection letter isn't an inslut, its not personal, and it doesn't mean your not smart enough....it just means that wasn't met to be, and your met for something better. One day youll look back and smile at your rejections, and thank god that they were not acceptances."

Words of wisdom I recieved after a recjection a while back....enjoy..... (one of my professors found it in some book and e-mailed me the quote.


"So you rejected me? Well I am too good to there. So now I am going to a lower ranked school? Yes, to study under professors who believe in me. So my application was imperfect? Well to another school/job it was flawless. So your rejection made me cry? I'll laugh the day I get into a Phd program. So I am scared about gettin in nowhere? Someway somehow something will work out and i'll be better off ...a rejection letter isn't an inslut, its not personal, and it doesn't mean your not smart enough....it just means that wasn't met to be, and your met for something better. One day youll look back and smile at your rejections, and thank god that they were not acceptances."

I wasn't offered funding initially. After I was admitted, I talked to the coordinator and was set up with a position for my second semester. You should find out how your school handles setting up TA positions. Do you go through your advisor or is there a coordinator who is set up to take care of that?

Hey guys, My interest is in language aquistion from a phonological standpoint for speakers with specific native languages. You can probably tell I am not in graduate school yet because that isn't very clear but basically I am interested in language aquistion, phonetics and phonolgy. I am going to get an MA before I get a phD...anyways I don't know if this name will ring a bell with anyone but my POI as an undergrade is Ettien Koffi. His research isn't super well known but it is kind iof (I think at least) he has also done some cool stuff investigating the samali language

I picked psycholinguistics. Specifically, I'm interested in bilingual and second language acquisition

Acceptance letters are beginning to make their way to students (as we can see from the survey). Instead of an acceptance, did you get a rejection? How are you holding up?


University of Illinois-UC offered me an unfunded Masters instead of a funded PhD. It was terrible to get the email, particularly because it said that I had been "accepted". Naturally, this is what my eyes gravitated to first. I rapidly fell from extreme elation to intense depression. I'm worried that this is a sign of things to come, and I'm about ready to quit my job and run away to Mexico. It's upsetting that a 330/340 GRE, excellent GPA, and 3 extremely good letters with a year+ of solid research experience isn't even sufficient to get me a spot on the wait list! I certainly always knew that 100% rejection was a possibility, but the prospect of having it become reality isn't exactly pleasant.

STAY STRONG!

I have a complicated relationship with English, and I'm a native. I think this is why we want to become linguists, to find out what the hell's wrong with us... ;-P

My accent is soooo confused. Like I am still a french as a second language learner, but am orlaly close to bilingual. Clearly, growing up and in school I spoke Quebec French, but when I want to college in the U.S I did my French major and was taught by Europeans, and I studied abroad in Southern France, so yeah I am all mixed up too

I am sorry about that, you know what though these things happen and I also did something stupid last night. I got a call from a school (I am hesitant to name only because you never know who reads these), anyways it is very near my dream program (in the same state). My dream has not contacted me at all yet which scares me. ANyways this school is more of a saftey school and I know I'll get an acceptance, what I am hoping for is funding. The phone call was to arrange a TA interview. The program director said her name, (which I should recognize) told me about the interview, and we picked a time and date. Then the director preceeded to ask me if I was diffenetly comming to the state name. Me being tired and stupid, replied by saying "Yes if (state name, U) accepts and funds me, I will go in a heart beat, it would be a dream cometrue. The director then informed me I was talking to the other school....yes I wanted to crawl in a whole and die. I e-mailed this mroning appoligizing and explaning why I value their program Hope I made you feel better.

I am sorry about that, you know what though these things happen and I also did something stupid last night. I got a call from a school (I am hesitant to name only because you never know who reads these), anyways it is very near my dream program (in the same state). My dream has not contacted me at all yet which scares me. ANyways this school is more of a saftey school and I know I'll get an acceptance, what I am hoping for is funding. The phone call was to arrange a TA interview. The program director said her name, (which I should recognize) told me about the interview, and we picked a time and date. Then the director preceeded to ask me if I was diffenetly comming to the state name. Me being tired and stupid, replied by saying "Yes if (state name, U) accepts and funds me, I will go in a heart beat, it would be a dream cometrue. The director then informed me I was talking to the other school....yes I wanted to crawl in a whole and die. I e-mailed this mroning appoligizing and explaning why I value their program Hope I made you feel better.

Hey guys, I know this is very random, but for some reason I love writing poems like this. It helps me relax when I am stressed, i decided to post this one on here. I know its not grammatically perfect, i just wrote it one night when I couldn't sleep lol....anyways I am curious to know what you guys think. (of the content not the grammar lol)



The Life Of A Grad School Applicant




I had only one thought,



when I woke up today,



'Will the letter come?



and what will it say?"




As I walked to the kitchen,



I heard my roomate say,



"has any good news,



come your way?"




I answered "no",



with a heavy heart,



and got ready for another,



long day to start.




In my frist class, phonolgy,



I tried my very best,



but worrying about grad school,



just won't give my mind a rest.




After class my teacher,



who wrote me many a reference letter,



told me to just relax and belive,



that my life would get better.




Next, I went to the library,



thought I'd do some research there,



but all I really did was worry,



this waiting just isn't fair.




My worrying was interupted by,



a call from my boyfriend,



who told me what ever happend,



he'd still be there in the end.




After a while I couldn't take it,



so I won't home to run,



releasing my stress on the pavement,



was acutally kind of fun.




The moment I returned,



my parents gave me a call,



to ask if I heard good news,



as I said 'no' my hopes continued to fall.




My mom's next question was,



"Well when will you know?,"



As I said "I don't know,"



my frusteration was starting to show.




I hung up the phone,



and tried to do some homework,



it took all the energy I had just,



to read my text book.




I check my e-mail probably,



fifty times a day,



I really hate this uncertainty,



running my life this way.




A little latter at my boyfriends,



my stress level made me cry,



and I honestly cannot,



even explain why.




He made me feel a whole lot better,



and after a while,



I relaxed a litte,



and acutally had a smile.




Finally I went to bed, despert for sleep,



but worrying stood in my way,



I rested as much as I could,



before the next stressful day.

Thanks so basically I have to sit back, and not worry about it! Geeze waiting is way worse then applying lol

Your not going insane, I can't concentrate on my senior research project either, its this really tough (I think at least) phonology thing, and I am very lucky to be doing it under the professor I am working under but all I can think about is graduate school