Two of my friends in Psi Chi are asking if another member can borrow my stole for graduation on Saturday. The chapter ran out and another member needs one. I understand that it would be a help to this person, but to be honest I’m not sure if want to lend it out because I don’t want to run the risk of not getting it back.
Is it selfish of me to not want to do this? On one hand, it’s not like I truly need it in the future, but on the other I’ve already done plenty to help this chapter in the past. Why, even after graduating, do I have to come back in and save the day?
Am I making this a bigger deal than need be?
I’ve been switching between listening to Christmas music and listening to Robyn for a good portion of the day. ‘Tis the season to keep dancing on my own.
I waived my rights to review the recommendations my mentors submitted for me because a.) I trust and respect these people and feel strongly that they’ve written letters that speak highly of my abilities and b.) I dunno, I was so nervous trying to get things together that the prospect of reading said letters made me even more nervous. I have so much admiration for the people that are writing for me that I think reading their opinions of me would have left me feeling really emotional - in a “you like me, you really like me?” combined with an “I’m not worthy!” sort of way.
Anyway, one of my writers sent me a version of one of my letters to get my opinion before finalizing and sending it out. When I opened it, part of me was all, “No, this was supposed to be a secret!” while the other was all, “Well cool, I’m excited to read this!” So I read it, and it was so kind and laudatory that it made me cry happy tears. If my other recommendations were as great as that one, then I have an even stronger chance of being accepted for all of my programs.
I feel like Ann Perkins being heaped with praise by Leslie Knope; I feel like a beautiful tropical fish.
"Oh, I’ll be finished with all your letters within the next hour" is seriously the best thing one could ever want to hear from a recommendation writer at the top of the week.
It is awful and I am dead inside.Aww, my sweet Anna! I’m sorry. You’re so close to being finished and on your way to recovery for the next month. In just a few days you’ll have completed your first semester of graduate school! If anyone can keep kicking ass and taking names this week, it’s you. You can do this, lady. You go, Glen Coco!
This is the first December in about eight years where I haven’t had to prepare for a single final exam, presentation, or paper. Part of me feels weird and slightly anxious about not doing anything for any classes whatsoever, while the other part is struggling to remember what it was like to be in that end-of-semester crunch. Sometimes it seems like I’ve been out of school for a lot longer than seven months.
I’m about two sentences and two thorough edits away from finishing this statement and completely submitting my SPU application. I’m so close to having 4 out of 5 completed, and yet this is proving to be the most difficult of them all. Oh, and this is the app that’s officially due in 8 days.
Ugh, feeling so blorft right now.