Okay, so I gradumated, right? Just about three weeks ago I was completely finished with school, right? I got my big diploma and all of my debt compounded and consolidated for twenty years at a reasonable interest rate, right?
...
Oh, no. I really did gradumate. No need to go there. Whoa. Wanna talk about livid if that was a hoax.
Anway.
Well, see, here’s the thing. I’m actually taking two classes right now. I know, I know. Believe me, my head is being examined.
Anyway, the reason for this sick and twisted masochistic behavior is because I applied to grad school. In my, you-would-have-to-be-complete-idiots-not-to-accept-and-be-completely-blessed-with-my-presance-and-glowing-(not-to-mention)-winning-personality letter. I told them I would take a couple of the undergrad pre-reqs that I haven’t taken. Thereby making it even harder for them to turn me down.
What are the pre-reqs? Macroeconomics and American National Government.
Oh yeah.
Who has two thumbs and knows how to have an awesome summer?
This girl!
So. I applied. I had to wait for my final transcript to arrive at the Biggish State University and wait...and wait...and... (Well, it wasn’t that bad as I was out of the country, but I wanted to be theatrical.) Last week I received word that they had received all of my shtuff. Yesterday I called and spoke with the department head to see if I had been accepted. He said he has accepted me into the program, buuuuuuut that ultimately it isn’t up to him. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut, he didn’t know why I would be turned down. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut, it will be about two more weeks before I know for sure.
So.
What does this mean for me?
More stress and an uncertain future for a few more weeks. (But really, are any of our futures certain?) And when I am accepted I will be moving. Moving away to go to Biggish State University, which also means I will be leaving my job. Sad, but it’s time.
Oh. I suppose you all might want to know the program to which I have applied? Master’s in Public Policy. I pretty much plan to rule the world. Just lettin’ you all know ahead of time.
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6 comments:
When you rule the world, can I be in charge of the shoes?
Good for you for going back for your MA! I'm sure it will be great!
Just promise me you'll outlaw Astroturf and domed stadiums and I'll be you right-hand man.
Currently I have posion ivy on my right hand, but it should clear up in time for the coup.
Seeing who does rule the world as we speak, I'd be so OK with you taking his place. You go girl!
Bre: You can be the Co-Executive officer of shoes. I may have to be the Exec in charge.
Limpy: Sold! To Limpy for $0!
And remember: Leaves of three, let them be.
GG: I'm pretty if it was between me or him my boobs, brains, and personality would win without much contest or fight just on the boobage alone.
I don't know PG. He's a pretty big boob.
Limpy: Excellent point.
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