After weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks (okay, I think it was actually four weeks. Or maybe three) of being touchy and impatient
and breaking out at even the thought of makeup touching my skin,
and getting a canker sore,
and I think an ulcer,
and not being able to sleep,
and kicking stuff
and wondering HOW ON EARTH I COULD HAVE WRITTEN A BETTER FREAKIN' ESSAY (I couldn't have) and WHY I DID NOT WORK HARDER AS AN UNDERGRAD (ummmm...I was a little bit of an idiot then...) AND WHY OH WHY I COULD NOT JUST PLEEEASE GET AN ANSWER TO MY APPLICATION...
I got a call Monday morning from one of my prospective graduate schools telling me that I have been accepted to their MSW program for this fall! YAYYYY!
There is nothing quite as refreshing, following a long spell of crippling self-doubt--you know what, maybe it wasn't exactly "crippling self-doubt." More like...the slowly creeping, greatly disconcerting notion that perhaps you are not quite as smart as you thought you were, or as determined, nor do you necessarily know what you are doing so much. Let's call it, in brief, the sneaking suspicion that you might suck. Anyway, following that, there's nothing quite as refreshing as someone sort of telling you, "No, you were right in the first place. You kind of rule. Come rule here. We feel good about your ruling, and the possibility of you continuing to rule in the future."
The impending work ahead does not freak me out. Not even the stats class I have to take as a pre-req over the summer. I feel really, really positive about this. Super positive. Yeah.
2 years ago
