Waiting

Isn't it just the most horrible thing? Waiting for a phone call, to see how you did on a test, to hear from that guy that got your number, for the next Harry Potter film installment, and so on and so forth.

I can't stand it. Of course, it easy to get distracted during the day when I'm working, but at times such as these I just get anxious and jittery just thinking about the long weeks of waiting ahead.

Oh, I'm talking about my graduate school applications by the way.

They are submitted and as of this afternoon all of my references are submitted as well.

I don't like this not knowing business. I am not a patient person nor have I recently asked to learn more patience. Theretofore, I do not enjoy this one little bit.

Just the thought of the long month of March makes me angry and resentful. Not that March every did anything to me, but (and take this as impersonally as possible you month of March) I sincerely hate you, you dreaded approaching month.

Waiting a whole month before finding out whether or not I get into a graduate school program I've been wanting to attend since freshman year of college or to find out that my graduate school hopes for next year are shut down. In any case, once I find out I'll have little more than a month to figure out what to do with my life next fall before going to Uganda for the summer.

If accepted, there's housing, moving, part time work, etc. to figure out. If I don't get in there's the whole finding a job nonsense (not to mention the disappointment of graduate school rejection).

I hope the glimpse into the inner workings of my mind and subsequent mood was exciting.

I applied to:

NYU

and

BYU

and for your musical entertainment and mine whist I wait here is a band I recently discovered. Yes, I know this is a Christmas song, but it is good nonetheless so just enjoy!