I’m home today to deal with some domestic household issues (read: everything’s a mess) and I got some middling-to-poor news about my MFA plans from one of the places I felt confident about. I realized, in the past hour of moping about it (oh, waitlisting, why do you feel like a consolation prize) that perhaps this is what blogs are for sometimes – to dump some negative mojo into the ether and let it go.
So I’m letting it go here, feeling a little gloomy, and knowing all the care bear stares of love that you guys send my way all the time will perk me up. So will Belinda and Abe’s disco wedding CD, which is totally on right now for me to tidy the house by. Because how can you be down and gloomy when you’re positively being FORCED to do the hustle, right?
I guess my luck of the Irish didn’t come through for me today, but maybe it got lost in the post on its way from Ireland, and it’ll come through for me like the drunk lazy leprechaun that it is, right?
I’m off to do the hustle. And possibly get down just a little bit, in funkytown.
the elusive end of the rainbow
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I’m sorry, that just blows. “Waitlisting” doesn’t deserve a more eloquent term. We all think you are lovely and witty and brilliant and a fabulous writer, so that school clearly has NO IDEA what they are doing.
My luck of the Irish is typically Irish: I got the afternoon off work today, but only because last night I neatly removed many layers of skin from my fingers on one of the machines I deal with and couldn’t work with my dominant hand. I also finished all organizational and managerial duties by 11:30 am, so I left. Time off, but time off with a WICKED sore hand.
So may I ask why you are getting the MFA? Is it a career move, or do you think it will assist your process? (I can’t imagine it will make you a better writer). I was about to apply for one, strictly for the resume, but pulled back at the last instant. I just couldn’t face it.
Simon, don’t worry – that post is coming. I don’t want to talk too much about it until I know whether or not I’m going in the near future, but I promise once I know, one way or another, I’ll talk about it soon.
And I thank you, humbly, for the compliment.
Krissa,
I’m sorry you are being waitlisted. I hope it all works out for you in the end. I know what it’s like to not get into grad school at all. You are such a strong person, I think I would be huddled up crying and eating icecream. But then again they didn’t say NO, they said maybe. Hope is a good thing, and everything turns out a certain way for a reason. Right? Fingers crossed for you!!!
I am feeling your pain. In the last month I’ve been turned down for two of the three PhD programs to which I’ve applied. I hate them…is that wrong?
I wish you the best of luck! (and a little for my school #3)