First things first: I take it back. Applying to a PhD program doesn't really sound all that fun, actually. Mostly it sounds like a big pain in the ass, especially when I already had everything all prepared to apply to the Master's program, and now I have to write a totally different "personal statement." I've probably already said this somewhere on the internet, but I loathe personal statements. I understand the reasoning behind them, but I hate them SO MUCH. One thing that comforts me about all this is the fact that, if I get into the PhD program, then I get 2 degrees (Master's and a PhD) for the price of one application process. And, by God, the idea of getting this all over with and never having to do it again makes my skin tingle with joy and anticipation. It makes me want to eat a whole package of oreos with a tall glass of whole-fat milk. It makes me want to make sweet love on the top level of my office's parking deck, in the rain, at midnight. It makes me want to buy a Vespa and ride it around town without a helmet. It makes me want to roll around naked in a pile of transcript copies, yelling my undergraduate GPA over and over again.
And all that? Is just at the thought of being finished with the applications. The things I would do if I actually got accepted somewhere are far too racy for the internet (which is saying a lot). Let me just free associate with you for a moment... powdered sugar, chocolate syrup, yard sprinklers, a West Highland Terrier, balloons, batteries, streamers, fire, Ludacris. But I've already said too much. All of this is just my way of telling you that I'm freaking out (again? YES.) about all this. I want to have this nonsense done and out of my hands by the end of the month, so that NEXT month, when people say, "Where are you going to grad school?" I can say, "Oh, I don't know, I applied to [some schools], and I'm just waiting to hear back." And then I can sigh the contented sigh of one who knows that later, she can go home and sit on her couch and read the internet while she watches House and not have to worry about a MOTHER-HUMPING* THING.
*Sorry about that, got a little carried away.
2 comments:
why can't your fantasy involve House and Ludacris? because then it would be perfect. Also, why a westie? i never knew. and does Lee get any say in any of said fantasies?
(ps this is Lizza)
You know, if I had thought about it more, my fantasy probably would have included House. Mmmm... House. And I was really just thinking that Ludacris would be playing on the radio, but now that you mention it, it would be ok if he was actually there, too.
Westies are involved because they are SO DAMN ADORABLE, and there's one in those dog food commercials. Lee may have some say, but I get to be the final decider. :)
Post a Comment