Friday, April 11, 2008
bullets to brilliance
So, those promised blogs never happen...my apologies to anyone who might still have this in their bookmarks. A lot has happened since I last posted.- I finished my applications to graduate school and have since heard back. Out of the nine programs I applied to, I was accepted into two and waitlisted at one. I just returned from making my final decision: Carnegie Mellon. To my surprise..no 77 trombones. No parade. No collapse at the knees relief. Thoughout the entire process I've been waiting for that moment when I know it has all fallen into place; I have a definite plan.
- Not one high-five from the post office worker did I get when I turned over my heartachingly-prepared application package.
- No flashing lights (nor confetti) at the self-serve station when my sleepy-eyed, pajama-clad self dropped a packed envelope into the abyss.
- No angel chorus while I, tearful and soul-searching, re-penned my statement of purpose for Carnegie Mellon.
- As the results poured (see: more like trickled) in, rejections didn't leave me tearful and weren't half as embarrassing as I had anticipated. (Billy S.- I'm starting to have questions about the world being a stage. My life isn't selling many tickets.)
- Visiting CMU was amazing and for the first time I (briefly) felt like I had a plan.
- Sending in my acceptance of CMU's offer I waited until the last minute (er...past the last minute) and had to pay extra for expedited shipping.
- Applying, waiting, hearing back, visiting, and deciding has yet to offer me the feeling of *finished* that I'm waiting for...now I have to figure out how to pay for it.
- Billie is in heat and has peed all over my apartment.
- baking soda
- vinegar and water
- fabric "refresher" with ambiguous list of ingredients
- aggravation
- I had a job at a portrait studio in the mall.
- I don't anymore.
- Still working on my photography
- slower
- an somehow getting worse?
- obsession with bullet points?
- check.
- double check.
- tee-hee.
- bye :)
Friday, December 21, 2007
original content forthcoming!
I have a blog about The Golden Compass sketched out [complete with videoz and whatnot]. It's pretty interesting (...i think/hope).At the moment I'm too busy/stressed/consumed with finishing my applications to give it a good spit-shine and make it pretty for you. I'm trying to stay focused...[which is obviously tough for me...considering I'm posting this now] and get them all in before the new year!
Current Gripe: Re-researching the places I've chosen to apply has made me fall deeply in lust with all the programs [*cough* libraries]. The prospect of not getting offers from them is making my lustful gazes at the department pages, to be quite modest, bittersweet.
I really want this. Any nonchalance that I might emit
about this whole process...is a defense mechanism.
Knowing that pursing academia is the only goal I can
see myself pursing...makes this whole process terrifying.
Please, please, please...don't let me foul this up.
Please, please, please grammarians don't jump me for
ending that last plea with a preposition.
nat
Friday, December 7, 2007
doing the application shuffle
Dear long-lost reader/friend,
Sorry if I haven’t returned your calls/e-mails/smoke signals…it’s a hermit’s life for me (until these are out of my hands).
I have deadlines for my grad school applications coming up. They range from next week through February. My new goal is to have all of my applications submitted/out of my hands/off of my shoulders/out of my mind by Christmas.
I’m sending out applications to:
- University of Illinois-Urbana
The awesomely intimidating aspect of this list is I would be thrilled to start in any of their programs in the fall. I have a few definite favorites (schools offering additional certificate programs, prospect of living in the same city as my best friend, etc.) but my urge to get back on an academic track, wanting to be working towards my goals is by far the loudest ringing in my ears.
Snowball fights and hot chocolate,
Nabero
PS. One of my favorite songs. Stuck in my head. Wonderful words. TC is a poet. Thought I would share.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
T-Day
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
this tickles me
